Apples
Some apples are good
Some apples are bad
Some are sour; bring on tears
And make us so sad
But the thing with good apples
They are so tasty
Although some of the bad
Can become jam or jelly
But the sour all just rot
When they fall from the tree
Are best left to die
And not eaten by me
But the key’s in the seeds
Which might replant elsewhere
To produce better fruit
And taste a whole lot more fair!