I once had an apple tree;
it was stingy as can be.
One year four was all it grew.
At least they were red, not blue.
I thought, with so few on tree,
I'd name them all separately.
Janice 'was' an arthritis doctor;
David 'was' a school exam proctor;
Terry 'was' a driver of a truck;
Ian 'was' unemployed. What the fck!
(Feb.2013)
Well leaving out that particular letter has remedied that issue. I found this on your list, and enjoyed it (and the note) heartily
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This begs the question, that old cliche, - -How do you like them Apples. A fine poem, Bri.