An Apple Worm Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

An Apple Worm



Scarlet green, mean to appetize,
That the apple tree,
Ripens to hilarity…

Under every shade,
The rot is made,
That the apple brightens,
Jolly like kittens…

You cannot see the worm,
It then becomes norm,
That red kills,
After the meals!

Wednesday, January 23, 2019
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