The bad apple
There's this weird lady,
who seems a little shady,
trying to offer me an apple.
the dwarves warned me about strangers,
but why do I have to seem like a hater,
why would this situation matter later?
grumpy told once told me,
if a stranger talks to me,
then let it be.
it's just an apple,
so what's the hassle?
it's not like it's gonna do something,
to cause a scene...
This poem is about:
Our world