Mr Mascellani's Musings

Joe's red apples sing
that old Moody Blues song,
Nights in White Satin.

They sit and sing it in the light
green ceramic fruitbowl that Joe made
when he took an arts and crafts
workshop, last winter,
where he met Trudi.

But he failed to grasp the moon
when she needed it most,
hence the singing apples.