the apple affair

Oh, apple red and apple green, You’re crunchier than any bean. You sit so smugly in the bowl, A healthy snack—so we’re told. But why so shiny, apple dear? Do you wax your skin each year? You lure us in with that sweet crunch, Pretend you’re fruit, but really… brunch. We pack you up in lunch and bag, Yet there you sit, all ripe to brag. The star of pies and cider cool, The teacher’s pet, the orchard’s jewel. But we know well your crafty ways— The core you hide, that browns in days. Oh apple, you may fool the rest, But we know better—you’re a pest!