musings on crab apples & crabs


no, they’re not like fleas
or their itchy namesake

so we catch them from trees
not hot tubs in nunneries

or a sauna packed with tramps
or from sniffing sailor’s pants

they don’t grow in the sea
or fall horizontally

apparently they’re apples
but they’re jellified – not pied

or crumbled like a bramley
with blackberries & custard

the mustard cuts with this
the rest is paper thin

with a sparkle in their heart
& a star beneath their skin

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