Time hurries on

Hello, my shiny little fat man!

Did you lose your legs when they picked you?

I love your Kris Kringle complexion;

It's homey and warm, and shines in sunlight.

And you've a silly skinny stovepipe hat.

So tall!  It's quite ridiculous;

A foil of your shape

And crooked.  I should like to pluck it off.

And slice you into bits;

Bites, rather, eight or so

Your blood is so clear and sweet!

I bet you'll be a good apple.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written April, 2008.  I like apples, and Braeburns are my favorite.

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