The Sorry Story of an Apple Core

After I was plucked
And after I was packed
After I was bought
On me they snacked.

But why me?
Why me did they buy?
I’m in such a sorry plight
That I really want to cry.

When I’m singing my woes
I’m not where I must be
I like the place, but it’s a disgrace
That it is nowhere close to me.

The dustbin! The wonderful dustbin!
I want to be in there!
It is like heaven to an apple core
Of justice, I must have my share!

WHY ME of all apple cores
Must be sitting on this lane?
I would have loved the dustbin
But here, I am in pain.

This awful lane is dusty!
This awful lane is… awful!
And now I know very well
That I’m one unlucky apple.

If all garbage is dumped on the road
All garbage will cry into the mud
And the pain will not be for it, but for you
As the sorry street will flood.

A garbage awareness poem.

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