These Apples

A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs,

But I've never been good with plants.

Her next presentation, a new dictionary,

She circled the word "romance".

So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic,

I shaved her name in my head.

As she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;

Need more be said?

These apples are delicious!

"As a matter of fact they are," she said

Can all this fruit be free?

She wrote me a letter as big as a phone book,

I've never been big on mail.

I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethbridge,

And wondered if it still went by rail.

I've never been frightened of being enlightened,

But some things can go too far.

Though sometimes I stammer and mix up my grammar,

You get what my meanings are.

These apples are delicious!

"As a matter of fact they are," she said

Can all this fruit be free?

I'm not trying to sing a love song, I'm trying to sing in tune.

I know I am sometimes headstrong,

Falling in love, catching fire, I want to be consumed.

Wondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire?

These apples are delicious!

"As a matter of fact they are," she said

Can all this fruit be free?