~ Ripe, Cured, Aged, Mature ~
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
The apples are aripnin,
And Fall is feelin good,
We’ve all been cheatin on diets,
Not eating what we should.
Apples to the rescue,
Round and red and ready,
To cure of us our daily ills,
I think that’s kind of heady.
One little fruit, with such a rep,
Will cure all ills, then fill a pie,
A cobbler or cider with cinnamon
Eaten or sipped, steam in your eye.
Now an aged apple with many friends,
Might make a glass of wine,
If you’re mature, better just one,
Stay alive, sleep well, in your prime.