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
posted by The Fluffy Tribe at
4:46 AM
10 Comments:
Yummy! :-)
5:48 AM
That is a fantastic poem!! My Bunny Mommy said you made her hungry for one.
3:55 PM
BRILLIANT! How could you not love a poem where fruit is rhymed with doot?
Bravo!
6:03 PM
You're a poet, Ford! Great job!
~~ Boni
10:33 PM
Genius :)
1:22 PM
Oh yum.
I need to get me some of that.
2:59 PM
Mmmmm!
Oh, wait a minute. I'm a cat. I don't eat apples. But nice poem, Ford!
7:47 PM
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
most impressive! you made even me, a cat, think that fruit might be worth eating! have you perhaps considered a volume of verse?
purrs,
edmund
8:23 PM
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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