These Apples

A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs
But I’ve never been good with plants
Her next presentation, a new dictionary
She’d circled the word «romance»
So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic
I shaved her name in my head
As she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;
Need more be said?
These apples are delicious!
«As a matter of fact they are,» she said
Can all this fruit be free?
She wrote me a letter as big as a phone book
I’ve never been big on mail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethbridge
And wondered if it still went by rail
I’ve never been frightened of being enlightened
But some things can go too far
Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar
You get what my meanings are
These apples are delicious!
«As a matter of fact they are,» she said
Can all this fruit be free?
I’m not trying to sing a love song, I’m trying to sing in tune
I know I am sometimes headstrong
Falling in love, catching fire, I want to be consumed
Wondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire?
These apples are delicious!
«As a matter of fact they are,» she said
Can all this fruit be free?