Apples and I Have A Long History That's Hard to Explain...
Apples so varied
like they are fairies.
We know each other,
just like we're brothers.
Taste so heavenly,
I'm in ecstasy.
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Handsome when polished,
will be demolished.
Crisp, chopped-up and steamed
worthy of esteem.
Grated, sliced, and baked,
best cooked in pancakes.
Cobblers, jams or peeled
adds gusto to meals.
Raw or in fritters
loved by all critters.
Pies, stewed, or roasted.
Praise to the hostess.
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But
Those who have dentures,
have misadventures.
Rotten, bad, fallen,
some missed their calling.
Shriveled and wormy,
can make you squirmy.
Yet
Golden Delicious
mostly auspicious.
Gravenstein’s the queens,
deserve our cuisine.
Honey Gold’s are bold,
they pay off tenfold.
Winesaps deserve claps,
delicious in frappes.
Eat King of Pippins
like there's slim pickin's.
The Arkansas Black's
make major impacts.
Jonagold's all told,
are gifts to behold.
Northern Spy's, allies
that I bake in pies.
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The moral with apples
is not to do battle.
Just take what you get.
like rainbows with scents.