Apple From A Tree Poem by LaRon Green Sr.

An Apple from a Tree
make me count to three
0ne for first hole
It's a no go
Twink Twink Twink
Two for the second hole
for sure and out the door
bang bang bang
what a thang
she call for more of this ding ding
that's the way I swing
ching ching
Three for the third hole
no no no no
that is a mess
my muscle don't get down
even with a vest
come with your best
I don't get down like that
I am the best
When it come to an apple
I am not sour
I am sweet no man can beat
Would you eat this apple?
It come straight from the tree
no disease
just give you what you need
An Apple