425. A Poem

When one is hungry,

there is nothing like a golden

from some far away land

You are the apple of my eye

Red, green and yellow ones

Not so easy which one to buy

I wonder where that expression comes from

Why an apple and not a peach?

Although I´ve been told I am a peach

I´ve never been told,

“You are the apple of my eye”

I will keep on eating my favorite apples,

No need to ask me why

Copyright 2017 alan moliner