Apple Of My Eye Poem by Dawn Novus

I want to get that apple
Far atop the tree
The one that's red and bright and ripe
Like it could have been made for me

This ladder could get halfway up
But halfway up is not up enough
And shaking it makes apples fall
But not the one I want most of all

It's sticky and stubborn and it will not budge
It's almost as if it has some sort of grudge
I'm not going to stop, not till it drops
And I know the first bite I will love alot

I could choose another apple, but it won't be the same
My mouth would not relish an apple so plain

So there's one thing to do and do it I must
I will climb up the branches and not make a fuss
Where I'll carefully pluck my little red orb
And carefully climb down to relish my hoard

Bite in and crunch, and sour then sweet
As apply juices they run down my cheeks
I'll look at the core and then throw it away
And that there's the end of my apple foray.