Apples

Posted on 27 April 2021 | Leave a comment

Apples crisp crunchy
Apples
Apples are my friend

Doctor’s bane
Totally sane
Crisp crunchy apples

Crispy crunch ’til the skin is no more
Crunchy crisp straight through to the core
I think I’ll have one more

One more
One more
One one one one more more more more

Apples
Watch out for those cyanide seeds

©2021 H.K. Longmore

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