Whether you're passing the time between superbowl adverts or looking to fill that gap between lunch and tea, I know that you're mad about both snacks and poems (you wouldn't have got here otherwise). For your Sunday afternoon treat then, I've written 5 new apple based poems- a fruitbowl full. Enjoy.
1.
How many apples now grow on the trees
of the women and men making policies
and how do they discern which apples to pick
they start with the ones making somebody rich.
2.
Apples picked and pressed and crushedturned into a vat of sour mushleft to ferment and turned into juiceapples are a scrumptious fruit.
3.
Apples falling from the skyApples baked into a pieWithout apples there wouldn't beMolecular gastronomy.
4.
An apple a day keeps the doctor awaySo does a bloody good shitOverindulgence in either of theseCan bring tenderness each time you sit.
5.
Shrinking big machines to handheld screensused to be stuff of sci-fi dreamsbut thanks to Apple's Steve Jobsthe world is filled with iPods.Classics, shuffles, nanos, touch-never can we have too muchour entire music library is digital these days.Protected with a metal case, portable to any placewithout iTunes on people struggle just to walk around.We're wired for sound and playing consumerthey've branched out for every possible userthere's iMacs and iPads, iPhone 5s- all iFadsand I wonder what's inside their latest box?iSpy robots.
Thanks for reading,
\Shaun.