The Apple

the appleThe Apple

On the first day

He ran toward her mother

To the kitchen where she busied for dinner

Telling her his problems at school

But she didn’t listen

So he cried alone

So he looked for Ben, his father

So he waited

That’s the time his father never came back.

On the third day

He ran toward the cedar lane

To the big apple tree

Watching the fruit if it’s ready

But it’s not

So he went home

So he called Shirley, his friend

So he waited

That’s the time he promised to her.

On the fifth day

He ran toward the second block

To where the bus will fetch them to school

Watching the apple tree while they passed by

But he didn’t see it

So he opened his book for school

So he looked at Mike, his seatmate

So he waited

That’s the time he feared going to school.

On the seventh day

He ran toward the corridor

To where the canteen smelt of cedar

It was Wednesday they’re serving apple pie

But there’s no more left

So he grabbed a waffle cheese instead

So he came in line after Greg

So he waited

That’s the time he got thrown to the floor.

On the tenth day

He ran toward the cedar lane

To where the apples are bright red

The apples are ready, he guessed

But he was more sad, than happy

So he climbed the apple tree

So he cried for his mother

He looked for Ben

He picked an apple for Shirley

He picked an apple for Mike

He threw an apple for Greg

He ate an apple for himself

He never waited

That’s the time a boy was seen hanging dead on the apple tree.

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