Ballad of an Apple Core
By Liam B
Its outsides gone in just a swallow,
its seeds in gloom and doom to wallow,
the apple core lies still on the table,
to move or to struggle, it is unable.
Soon, the apple core will be thrown,
it’s seeds in a bin, rather then being grown,
soon, it’s stem, the grinder will crush,
the pulp and seeds turned to nothing but mush.
The apple core now dreads this time
when 5 AM the clock does chime.
The truck will rumble to the bin,
and to the crusher, the core will go in.
But at 4:50, shocking news!
Their bin, the family was going to lose!
The humans bought a compost bin,
and to that, the core will go in!
Now the apple core’s truly glad,
it won't be crushed and then go bad,
instead, it will fertilise all of the plants,
In nature’s fight, compost is the lance.