John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

An Aversion - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

The apple-tree
Is not to me
A thing of special joy:
It did deceive my mother Eve,
And often pain her boy.
And as to her,
I must aver
I've had a mind to chide her
When, racked with pain,
I've wished in vain
My apples were in cider.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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