A FOR APPLE

Some years ago,a child was born;
with an inborn habit of imagination;
he could build castles in air;
even while someone was grabbing him by his hair.
For him such punishments were frequent;
because he seemed among the disobedient.

It was an english class on proceed;
Mam ordered everyone to learn a,b,c,d;
Everyone and him had their books opened;
And maam was waving a wooden scale in her hand.

He read in his mind" 'a' for apple";
And the book showed a picture of a wonderful apple.
While mugging up 'a' for apple,
and looking at the picture of the apple;
There came a moment,just an instant did imagination took;
To take him away from the book.
He never knew when his head turned away from the book;
But he could see or rather feel the apple no matter where he had a look.

In the air the number of apples rising he saw;
Some were ripe while some were raw;
In his mind he thought "i want that big red one";
with this in mind that when in morning mom cut a bit green one;
He had a bite and thrown the rest,when looking on him was none.

From no where but from air;
a knife came for sure;
Which cut the best one into quarters four.
The apple really would have been the best one;
because out of pieces four,the seeds were in none.

They looked so good,so fresh,so sweet;
With watery mouth,he wanted them in order to eat;
But suddenly on his cheek and his ears,he felt a sound,pain and heat.
For his ears were being plucked and a slap just been hit.

His maam suddenly had come from the real world;
With an angry face and a question to be answered;
"Start telling me a,b,c,d;
Show me how much have you learned."
And obvious is what he answered;
or whether he answered.

For all other students he made laughing scenes;
with tears from his eyes,hands on his ears he stood at the door on his knees;
Inexpressible was his sadness as his sorrow was mixed;
It was for his maam's angry face,
for his ears having been pulled,
for his face been slapped,
for being laughingly disgraced,
and last but not the least,
for THE LOST APPLES.