the fat apple
The fat apple
I came across an apple tree, which looked like
a child’s idea of this type of tree, big red
apples and a blue sky; when I realized I do not like
Big red apples have a firm and sweet taste
like they were dreaming of becoming potatoes
and not picked at by a bird.
I joined my wife, who was watching the final
In a song contest, the finalists were two women.
One was buxom and belted out a song with a full voice
The other one sang sweetly, like opening the window
and letting a songbird and sunlight in.
The ample woman won, but we loved the sweet one.
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