I am a Picnic basket By Quaid

I am a picnic basket

I am a basket waiting for

someone to use me.

I am gold and looped up

like pretzels.

I’m smooth and

round.

I live with the fruit

and the fruit with me.

I'm bumpy inside

so if you touch me

you’ll ooze and gooze with goosebumps.

I lay on the sand with the

shells beside me.

I’m happy most of the time

with the fruit surrounding me.

I like being a basket because

people can use me.