Apple Smashing

Red green yellow it doesn't matter,
the best is when it is fatter.

Take the apple in your fist,
careful not to hit your wrist.

Make sure no teachers see,
unless you don't want to be free.

The first might hurt,
Nirvana is dead and so is Kurt

By the second hit the apple is squishy,
your brain also might be mushy.

After the third it should pop,
if it goes all over don't bother to mop.

Now the apple is dead,
and maybe also your head.

It is an art few can master,
if everyone did this it would be a disaster.

Color War

When I think of old I think of my parents;
When I live in my truck I won't have to pay rent.

When we cheer we shout real loud,
Even Tami would be proud.

I love to shout "You're going down,"
Our team colors aren't yellow and brown.

I hope we get to play at Big Mac,
Our team colors are green and black.

Never mess with Hillary in the morning,
Even though she always looks stunning.

I wish my brother would stop using such big words,
Thinking of a rhyme or this is absurd.

In Hebrew it's not Tzair it's Zakain
Our team song should be Zakain in the Membrane.

I wish I knew what the outcome of this Color War is,
Maybe with my poetry I can make it to show biz.