Once I tasted the most delectable fruit
The fairest, finest specimen in the orchard, oozing with juice
I picked it from the tree tenderly, gracefully, outstretching my arm like the neck of a swan
Closing my fist around the dangling bauble all shiny in the sun
Smiling with triumph that I'd found the right one
Just as I bit in, it slipped from my hand, dropping to the ground
And rolled away, out of this land, never again to be found
All I have left is a shred of the skin stuck between my teeth
Causing me discomfort, agitation, frustration, with no relief
