An Apple A Day
Witches use them for enchantment. Kids give them to their teachers.
Trees dangle them from tree limbs to turn passersby to reachers.
Everyone craves apples at one time in their life.
Even Adam reached for one offered by his wife.
Latchkey kids would miss them as a snack when home from school.
We’d miss them in our stocking toes if absent from our Yule.It would be a small catastrophe if apples were not able
to snuggle with bananas and peaches on the table
or for folks with bows and arrows to use cucumbers instead
of apples for their targets, balanced on the head
of some trusting assistant who surely would be pissed
if that smaller target meant that the archer missed!Wouldn’t it cause chatter? The story would take wings
It would become that ballad that everybody sings
About the gifted archer whose limits were revealed
when he struck an unplanned target which alas, has never healed!
And, alas, no catalyst has ever been suggested
to solve the riddle of just how an apple might be bested!!!
(While posting this poem, I looked for an illustration in my photo file, I finally found the photo of the cored apple I had taken in the past so I used it. Then I went out to the beach and found this apple lodged under the support of my beach chair. How it came to be there, I have no idea. I needed an apple and nature provided! So I had to post it as well.)
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle the prompt words are: enchantment latch apples chatter crave catalyst catastrophe wings gift sing miss limit
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Very clever. Who doesn’t love apples.
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You are right. Can’t think of anyone I’ve ever met who said they didn’t like apples.
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I visualized Wilhelm Tell trying to set a cucumber on his son’s head – I couldn’t help it…
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Ha..I was thinking Robin Hood!
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Robin Hood never engaged in carnival tricks, especially involving his own son. I don’t recall that he had any kids, either. Try to balance the butt end of a cucumber on your head in front of the mirror, and you’ll see what I mean.
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Now how can we know? He may have had a dangerously playful side…;o)
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But he was going out with MAID Marion, so unless she repeated Mary’s miracle, they had no kids – not yet, anyway.
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According to https://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofEngland/Robin-Hood/
Maid Marion was a myth–no such enticement for Robin Hood. One can only surmise he got his jollies instead from target-shooting off his friends’ heads.
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I am disappointed. I always liked the girl.
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Me, too. I always like the romantic part of the story the best.
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I am usually not into romantic stories, but I a girl who chooses to attach herself to a strong leader gets my attention.
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Good take Judy.
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Thanks..
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Haha! Excellent take Judy
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Yes, they have a lot to answer for!
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I love this, Judy! So clever.
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