School’s begun, apples are now in season
Like all years past, none fall far from that tree
So I went bobbing, for no good reason
Whole barrel spoiled, from what I could see
I was warned, it was rotten to the core
A worm in this apple, itching to irk
Crisp enough to make you walk out the door
I know, when it’s sour, the flavor’s a jerk
I promise it’s turned over a new leaf
because this apple is now of my eye
To keep the doctors away, I’ll stay brief
I irrationally crave apple—pi
Taking my bite, “poison seeds,” “cyanide”
Sweet, refreshing to me, a ripe inside
