Love, Pick A Fight With Me
I love my apple tree
I like to write a poem; it is very new to me,
I feel that I am growing, just like the apple tree
I get a strange idea, and I test it out on you
At first, I got a clap, and now I get a few
Do not rhym your poems, a stranger said to me
But when I asked him why, he shook his head, you see
What a silly man, as I climb my apple tree
Looking down on him now, I will make him bend the knee
My name is Robert Ralph. Do you not know who I am?
I am rising to the top, on the platform Medium
What is love to you? as your looking up to me
Do you see us growing, our strong community
Our routes are intertwined; so we act as if were one
New Writers Welcome, is fun for everyone
I could see it coming, up in my apple tree
You hated me at first, and now you bend that knee
When all is said and done, I am really here for you
Do not pick a fight, I will put you out on view
Do you like my poems, I will ask you once again
It was nice to see, when you scored this one a ten
I want to grow an empire, I told you once before
Do not be the rebel, I will lockdown every door
You start to come around, and you see my point of view
Then you feel silly, so I throw my arms at you
Come and climb the apple tree, it is really rather high
Sitting on the branches, eating my apple pie
So we are coming to the end, was this poem good for you?
Please tell me in the comments, just like you always do
Written by Robert Ralph
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