Apples are sweet with a crunch Even when they are **** The rewards are great They are filled with nutrition The skin is even good for the teeth But every once in awhile One is spoiled or rotten Or worse, filled with creepy crawlers Yet the refreshing burst Of beneficial flavor is hard to refuse
I love oranges, the color alone Sunshine in my hand Puts a smile on my face Before I even take a bite When they are sweet Nothing cold be better They make my life healthy and happy However, they, occasionally, can be bitter Or spoiled or not glow so bright Yet even at their most sour times Or when they are not the freshest I love them more than life itself
So it's obvious to me Given the choice between the two It is no contest My love for oranges is rare
Yet I've been granted a special opportunity I have been offered a bushel of apples Though they are tasty I don't want to only eat them
Apples or oranges? I can eat the apples and still enjoy The flavor burst of the oranges The apples may even help me to Enjoy the oranges even more And cherish the time I have to Nourish my bobby and mind With their sweet nectar
I like apples I love oranges I can enjoy both Without letting any spoil With the right proportions
I just won't try to Eat cake too!
Oranges are my family, and apples is the opportunity to coach track and field this spring. I wanted to weigh it out in a poem. I refuse to neglect my family ad many coaches do. If I have less time with my family, I'll just make it better quality an less time sitting here writing poetry, until they go to bed. Don't worry.