Apples

I reached into my bag that day,
And I pulled out an apple.

Shiny and red, it looked okay,
But it was just an apple.

I knew just what my mom would say:
That I should eat the apple.

But instead I threw it away
And found something better to eat!
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Written for english class as a part of "comparitive" poems.
I'll post its counterpart next.