Apple

She looks like an apple
but I fear she deceives me.
She’s just out there
to taunt me and tease me.
Why does she do it?
I barely resist.
Her shape so tempting.
Her behavior insists.
She must be an apple.
I’ll just take a bite.
She must be an apple.
Perfectly ripe.
She sways above me
and pleads to be picked.
She wants me to take her
but I fear I’m being tricked.
Why does she do it?
Her sweet smell surrounds me.
Too good to be true.
The illusion confounds me.
She must be an apple.
I’ll just take a bite.
She must be an apple.
Perfectly ripe.
As my trembling hand
plucks her from oblivious tree,
I soon join the ranks
of poor Adam and Eve.
We ruined it for everyone
with one simple bite.
We just couldn’t resist,
try as we might.
She isn’t an apple.
I’ve just been fooled.
She isn’t an apple.
Her deception was cruel.
She isn’t an apple.
I fear I might faint.
She isn’t an apple.
Just an orange in red paint.