Revenge

Margaret V.Doran

There it was, the perfect apple,
smooth and red and round,
an orb of shiny perfection.

I picked it and gleefully
tucked it in my pocket;
revenge would be sweet.

I had plotted my course and
practicing my coyest smile, I
offered it on outstretched palm.

He was so smug that,
staring straight at me,
he gloatingly took a bite.

And now he knew that
pokes and pinches and prods and jokes
would NEVER win a girl.

For ‘tho the hole had been very small,
I knew, and now everyone knew ‘cause
the half-a-worm that remained was
Too Big to Miss!

Copyright © 1993 Margaret V. Doran. All rights reserved.
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This poem is one of a trilogy written for the theme of the Oregon State Fair in 1993: "Too Big To Miss". You may read the companion poems here: Bundle of Joy | Forty

Updated July 10, 1999
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