I am willing to fight for my apple pie, Amanda. Be gone for I have already won her love.

Humorous poem about a person who has eaten too much food.

This is a poem that I wrote and that I believe would make a fine children’s book.

Should I be picking apples from the orchard or keeping my eye on the most delicious Apple of them all? This poem was written by: E.B. Wilkes. Please read, like and leave a favorable comment!

Two business partners, one tragedy.

Back by popular demand… My head, my heart, my soul.

The Golden Gate: l.7.

Once upon a time there was a horse named Alex. A farmer named Mr. Smith owned him and had kept him on his orchard where there grew apples. Alex was a naughty horse but loved the children who came to play with him everyday. There were a bunch of children who lived in the neighborhood and came to play in the orchard everyday. They would pluck apples everyday from the trees and run away. Mr. Smith was fed up of these pesty children and would warn Alex again and again not to play with them. He would lock Alex up in his shed but the children would open the door and take Alex to the orchard. They would climb on his back and pluck the juice red apples.

My worst experience ever in a cooking class.

Love poem.