You use me for lessons,
For kids, re *** education.

You can leave me on the ground, for my skin to go rotten,
Sometimes you leave me, too long, to turn black and soggy, when I am left and forgotten.

I am a healthy choice, but I can turn bad,
Over time, I can age and l begin to look very sad.

You can mash me up,
Or gobble me down.

You van make me into an entrée, main or dessert,
Or use me to be curt.

-WHAT AM I?
© By HF-Whisper
30/3/2021- 20:49PM