The bad apple

There's this weird lady,

who seems a little shady,

trying to offer me an apple.


the dwarves warned me about strangers,

but why do I have to seem like a hater,

why would this situation matter later?


grumpy told once told me,

if a stranger talks to me,

then let it be.


it's just an apple,

so what's the hassle?

it's not like it's gonna do something,

to cause a scene...



This poem is about: 
Our world


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