There's a random apple,
In the corner
On my bedroom floor,
Crying out for symbolism.

It must have rolled out
Of my satchel.
A chocolate biscuit distraction
Took the photos off the milk,
So I wouldn't miss it with my tea.

There's a random apple,
In the corner
On my bedroom floor,
Crying out for symbolism.

It hid away, orphaned
Amid the curtains and
The clothes horse.
Perhaps the children
In their Eden imaginings,
Left it out as a
Juicy temptation.

Or  a satanic serpent slid it
Across the floor,
When it's not slumbering
In my sock drawer.

There's a random apple,
In the corner
On my bedroom floor,
Crying out for symbolism.

Maybe it fell in the window,
From a nearby tree,
Trying to hit a sleeping
Physicist,
To inspire an explanation,
Or give me extra
Vitamin C.