Thursday, January 16, 2014

I'm Not Really the Apple of Your Eye (The Apple Speaks) - a perspective poem/a food poem

I'm Not Really the Apple of Your Eye (The Apple Speaks)
by
Greg Pincus

You can't see it, I know,
But a worm's just below
My glistening skin.
So when you bite in,
You won't get a crunch
But rather you'll munch
That poor worm's guts and pieces
And the gunk it releases.
Yes I expect if you ate me
You'd expectorate me.
So please leave me be.
Go try cookies and tea.


What, you may wonder, lead me to write a poem from the point of view of an apple who doesn't want to be eaten? Well, why not head over to TeacherAuthors site, where I shared a writing prompt earlier this week (a prompt that, in fact, led to this poem... and other stories and poems, too). 

And then why not check out the Poetry Friday roundup over at Keri Recommends (and celebrate Keri's birthday while you're there!). Lots o' poetry joy to see over there....

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10 comments:

Julie Larios said...

"...I expect if you ate me / You'd expectorate me" - that is so good, Greg!

Tricia said...

So the apple I brought for lunch today is now looking very unappealing! Thanks for making me look at my apple in a new way.

Bridget Magee said...

If only an apple a day kept the worm away...or something. Thanks for the chuckle this morning, Greg. =)

kevan atteberry said...

Typical apple scare tactics.

Enjoyed this!

tanita♥davis said...

"...But a worm's just below
My glistening skin..."

::sigh::
Now all the SHINY apples look fairly suspect in this kitchen this morning. And, I'm reminded of that one time -- UGH.

Ugh.
Thank you, Greg. No, really.

Author Amok said...

I'm all for a cup of tea instead of worm guts. Adorably gross poem, Greg.

Donna Smith said...

Cute poem, Greg. Reminds me of the turkeys at Thanksgiving holding up signs "Eat more beef!" or whatever that was! It would be a fun exercise to write some self-preservation poems!

Tara said...

Yikes...I remember well just such a munch. Fun poem, Greg.

Mary Lee said...

I agree with Julie! Very Kay Ryan-esque. I want to be able to rhyme like that when I grow up! (Seeing the word expectorate also gave me a March Madness Poetry Tournament moment!!)

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