honeycrisp
Apple Diaries
by Verse A. Phile
The day, 27th, of bristling fall when many a soft skin break away to reveal eruptingly ripe interiors.
Had a Honey Crisp selection today; such tastes as the moniker implies. Made my way along the zig-zaggy currents of the modern cityscape, i.e., Midwestern American as opposed to Central European (huz-zah!), so, that for detailed expositions, my readers shall none lack. To the market was my making, taking a route rather familiar to my being, alongside the motorcades’ winged insects and the generosities of youth.
Spoke market heathen to mine:
“Forsooth you fine gentlemanly this day yonder?”
And to thine my reply:
“Eloquate not mine ears with thine barbarous tongue! For heaven’s sake — mine well-spent time was not meant to be taken to lunch by such clumbersome words of working-class teeth!”
Said he:
“You choose not to transact the fruit of my labors?”
And me:
“Fool! Privy to bite your slovenly words! I am indeed here for your Crisps of Golden lore!”
“Aye, one dollar for such.”
“Take, along with my disgust!”
Post-haste, I raise soft scarlet roundness to mouth. Aghast! A quick, tender crunch belies a sustained sweetness. Would that this fruit swell to melon size, such was its blessed divinations on my oral taste-formers. Arms raised, eyes rolling up into skull, I spin round! round! round! the cobblestone path of my surroundings, up! up! up! the far-crying zones of applicious bliss.
Such were a tale that even famed Snow White or the Lady Eve would re-double her apple actions, even after knowing their fixed punishments, were it to be a Honey Crisp experience.
Bring forth the apple wagons and toss the crab apples aside! Of apple surveys, we have a clear victor! Hurrah to the Crisps! The Golden Honey Crisps!
MC Poetry sez:
- New N3F4RIOU5 post! http://n3f4riou5.org/?p=806
Verse A. Phile sez:
- Life is like a box of chocolates: you buy it for someone when you don't know what gift to give them. And some of it tastes like shit.