any downtown core
just like the juicy apple's
hides the biggest worms
Of the whole apple, where is the sweetest? Is that what the worms bite?
when it comes to rotten, location location location, can be disturbingly predictable
I wrote the poem 'Where Does Deep Rot Rotten Begin? ', inspired by the poem 'Core', by the poet M.J. Lemon and dedicated to M.J. Lemon.
strangely with fruit, devastating disappointment is a delicious apple, so fresh juicy appealing rosy read firm on the outside, but that shock rotten bite into the core is a mind shock rotten taste best spate out if possible forgotten
I wrote the poem 'A Piece Of Rotten Fruit: An Apple Rotten To Core', inspired by the poem 'Core', by the poet M.J. Lemon and dedicated to M.J. Lemon.
This is interesting, Terence. Indeed, our senses often provide us with competing and opposing inputs. As you say, what looks tempting may taste terrible. Thank you so much, Terence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That certainly is true of The Big Apple. But in spite of those worms, look at New York's metamorphosis of their caterpillars into butterflies!
Awesome point, Richard! Even pizza rat seems to have excellent table mannners...