Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Ode to an Apple

Oh I love my little apple green
Sitting on my condo screen.
Can you see my apple here
As I stretch upon the sphere?
Nothing can quite compare
To an apple I won't share.
Yes, come to me my apple dear
I will protect you never fear.
For even though you make me doot
I love to taste your juicy fruit.

Oh I love my apple green
I have to hide 'fore it's seen.

~Ford Prefectrat


Anonymous Tale said...

Yummy! :-)

5:48 AM

Blogger Mrs. Sniffles said...

That is a fantastic poem!! My Bunny Mommy said you made her hungry for one.

3:55 PM

Blogger Grr, Midnight & Cocoa said...

BRILLIANT! How could you not love a poem where fruit is rhymed with doot?

6:03 PM

Blogger Hot(M)BC said...

You're a poet, Ford! Great job!
~~ Boni

10:33 PM

Blogger Rats & Cats said...

Genius :)

1:22 PM

Blogger Bastya and Vincent said...

Oh yum.
I need to get me some of that.

2:59 PM

Blogger Wm. said...


Oh, wait a minute. I'm a cat. I don't eat apples. But nice poem, Ford!

7:47 PM

Blogger Zeus said...

Bravo, Ford! You captured the very essence of the beautiful apple! I only wish I could join you in your sentiments, but I am not a fruit lover. :/

10:32 PM

Blogger nels, ed, nitro, and/or xing said...

most impressive! you made even me, a cat, think that fruit might be worth eating! have you perhaps considered a volume of verse?


8:23 PM

Blogger Les Trois Chats said...

Ford - we are SO impressed! What lovely poetry! As kitties, we wouldn't normally understand the apple love - but we can clearly see that to you, this is a thing like, say, a perfect mound of tuna!
~ turtle, moose and nala

11:34 AM


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