Core Poem by M.J. Lemon
Core
any downtown core
just like the juicy apple's
hides the biggest worms
That certainly is true of The Big Apple. But in spite of those worms, look at New York's metamorphosis of their caterpillars into butterflies!
Awesome point, Richard! Even pizza rat seems to have excellent table mannners...
Of the whole apple, where is the sweetest? Is that what the worms bite?
when it comes to rotten, location location location, can be disturbingly predictable
I wrote the poem 'Where Does Deep Rot Rotten Begin? ', inspired by the poem 'Core', by the poet M.J. Lemon and dedicated to M.J. Lemon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/28/2026 12:54:39 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
strangely with fruit, devastating disappointment is a delicious apple, so fresh juicy appealing rosy read firm on the outside, but that shock rotten bite into the core is a mind shock rotten taste best spate out if possible forgotten
This is interesting, Terence. Indeed, our senses often provide us with competing and opposing inputs. As you say, what looks tempting may taste terrible. Thank you so much, Terence.