A Bite of an Apple
I plucked an apple from this tree
While out walking, the first one I could see.
It was shiny and red, like the sun
Over my head, so hot I fear I might burn.
I see the glass half full, though,
I’ve at least got this apple to show.
Yes, nice and supple, healthy and ripe.
I take a bite, send it down the pipe.
It tastes good, I can confirm,
I look down, I see a worm
Right where I took that bite
I see it come out, oh, this sight!
“Don’t eat me sir!” It said.
What? Is it talking? Or is this in my head?
I wonder as I stare amazed
I was so confused, so dazed.
“But I’m hungry… and hot” I said
“But get eaten, I’d rather not” it said.
This was going nowhere I noted
“Gee you’re daft, I know a way!” it gloated.
Curious now, I said “I’m all ears, let’s hear it”
It said “I know a well, you can drink and sit!”
We walked a while towards this well,
The sun still scorching, hot as hell!
Finally at long last, I see the well
We ran to it so fast I almost fell
Taking the rope, I quickly pull,
Waiting for it, that bucket’d be full!
It did come up, the bucket; it was empty.
I needed that water! It taunted me, this wind so sultry.
I looked down, but the well was dry,
I’d get no water, no matter how hard I try!
I woke with a start, that sleep weird,
The dream weirder, a sound I her!
The tap on the basin, dripping down
Water drops, that weren’t just my own!
I quickly shut it tight, that running tap.
Once down, as my hands I clap,
I look down, on the tile a worm I find!
I smile, water and worms, I’ll keep them in mind!