*poisoned Apple* Poem by Melissa Taylor

*POISONED APPLE*
*Was i once the apple of my daddy's eye?
I doubt it, by how quick/easily he said 'Bye, bye'
Do i often ask myself how could he and 'oh' why?
'You betcha' she say's bitterly with a sigh. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
But also the wicked witch said 'here's a nice juicy apple my dear, have it for free. Well apparently nothing's free in this life.
There's alway's something someone's afta.
Thus ending this chapter of the story that didn't end happily ever after.