The Apple

Saw it there glistening
Ripe and out of reach
An apple I had to have
Not an orange or a peach

I tried to climb the branch
I shimmied up the trunk
The apple sat there waiting
Me in a dismal funk

I had to have that apple
So shiny, new and red
I'd grip the bark for purchase
Until my fingers bled

Just then I had a glimmer
That soon sparked a full-fledged thought
The ladder in the basement
Was the tool that I had sought

I soon had it in position
And was halfway up the tree
Til the object of my craving
Was right in front of me

I strained and plucked the apple
But my toil was all for not
For the backside of my apple
Was full of worms and rot