I heard through the grapevine about a bad apple named John He looked as cool as cucumber though he had ants in his pants His life was a bowl of cherries He slept on a bed of roses Yet behind this scenic curtain a can of worms he opened often his cup of tea in the morning…. But then someone spilled the beans how he was all bark and no bite There was this story when he barked on the wrong tree Without putting his brakes on He blew his top, and hit the roof Completely going bananas until he was blue in the face And when he came home to roost planning to hit the hay He kicked the bucket suddenly. © Myrtle Eve Philippines 08-27-24