A Poem About Apples

Here is an original poem in preparation for Fall —

 

APPLES

Do you like apples?

 

Johnny Appleseed came to me in a dream

and told me to plant apple trees.

 

(Not really, but it makes more sense this way.)

 

So I planted three apple trees

in my yard.

 

Now they are mature

and producing bushels of apples.

And I’ve realized I don’t like apples that much.

 

So I started giving them to friends.

 

First they were appreciative.

“We will take all you have. Thank you!”

Then everywhere I went people would feed me apple crisp.

Now they avoid me.

 

Do you like apples?

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