you are the Ambrosia of my mind
the apple of my eye
crisp and Red delicious 
a Macintosh in waiting

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Granny Smith is exuberant
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; over our Gala to toast the Empire
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I see a Pink Lady in Fuji
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Honeycrisp in every way

you are the Envy of Pazzaz
playing Jazz in Cameo at the Braeburn
in front of Lady Alice in Holstein
like a Hidden Rose

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; though Janagold is **** mixed with sweetness
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; your Liberty embraces Gravenstein
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; akin to a Pacific Rose like an Opal
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; enjoying Winesap instead of Mutsu

Andreas Simic©