Rotten, Dry Hope

I'm a rotten appleThat's what I've been toldBut I'm not really badSo I prefer the term, old The Garden State TimesRotten fruits file suit against fresh fruit for descrimination. A tongue in cheekRipe to touchFinger a fuzzy navelSqueezed to a punchSince I'm being freshAre you willing to shareThat juicy looking pear? Where there’s tea, there … Continue reading Rotten, Dry Hope