The Apple And The Worm - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Once upon a time there lived
A hungry worm so lean and small,
Who searched within the garden
Looking for some food to eat,
He came across an apple tree
And saw the fruit upon the boughs,
Each one was scarlet red and shone
And looked so lush and sweet.
He slowly climbed the mossy trunk
Then crawled along the twisted branch,
Where apples hung amongst the leaves
As if they were entwined,
He said 'Which apple shall I eat?
'For each one looks the same to me
I'll have to try each one in turn
I can't make up my mind.'
The first he met was large and round
Through which he bored a tiny hole,
And yet he soon came out because
That apple tasted sour,
'That wasn't nice at all! ' he said
Whilst spitting out the bit he'd chewed,
'I'll have to find a nicer one
I'm able to devour.'
And so he crawled unto the next
'I'll take a bite of you instead, '
And yet it was so hard and tough
He nearly broke his jaw,
'Ow! ' he cried in desperate pain
'That hurt me! ' So he carried on,
Along the branch not knowing
What the future held in store.
A blackbird pecked the next with glee
And saw the worm as he approached,
He paused for just a moment
Then the blackbird sternly said,
'This apple's mine so go away
And find another of your own,
Just head upon your way or else
I'll eat you up instead! '
The last he saw was full of holes
'I do not fancy that, ' he said,
And yet a voice from deep inside
Said 'Join us at the core, '
He took a bite it tasted sweet
Then saw his friends all feeding there,
And they ate and ate throughout the day
Till they could eat no more.
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