John N. Phillips

 I will not eat a peach

As I am slightly allergic.

Nor will I sing of plums,

Like the plums you were saving in the refrigerator,

So delicious,

So sweet and so cold.

Plums turn into prunes, you know,

When left to their own devices.

And forget about apples.

Who needs apples?

Or doctors?

But thank God for

Applesauce.

Glorious, wonderful

Applesauce,

With a touch of

Lemon.

Which is not to say

Too much about

Lemons.

And please don’t forget a pinch of cinnamon.

I mean, if you don’t like applesauce

With a touch

Of lemon

And a pinch of

Cinnamon,

There is probably not much

Hope

For you.

John N. Phillips