The Apple Girl Poem by Raskome Gabriel Eyaefe

Just as I am, she loves apple
Apple, very pleasant to adoration give
She loves apple just as I am
A student of mine, in the school of poetry
Where we speak apple, and think apple
First day, she asked me to buy her apple;
Second day she reminded me of the apple
Third day she frowns at me of the apple
Fourth day she vowed not to speak of apple
Her musical voice very sweet,
Lovable and charming like the Juice of apple
Slim, pretty and beautiful
Lovely to look at
Very romantic to touch
Very tender to be with
With straight slim hands and legs
She possess eye-beholding cucumbers
A lovely face with a kissable mouth
Always smiling, only on beholding I
Always seeing apple on seeing my eyes