Bad Apple

Past the field, out in the orchard,
Something fell not far from the tree.
There was something making a fuss,
I wasn’t sure what it could be.

I moved in closer to get a look,
And hear what it had to say.
It did not want to share its toys,
It did not want to play.

It did not want to drink its milk,
It would not eat its lunch.
This had to be the one Bad Apple,
That spoiled the rest of the bunch.
- posted by WILLIAM @ 8:30 AM