The Apple core

A jolly ditty about rejection

Used up and discarded,

I'm an apple core in the bin,

A dirty rotten plate of food,

A broken violin.

Rejected and dejected,

In the rubbish I am shoved,

A fool to think that I was wanted,

Or that I was loved.

Reviews

[StuccoStein]

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed your poem. The piece is concise and to the point, yet still does an excellent job in delivering a profound message. In addition, I also found your usage of the a-b-c-b rhyme scheme to be quite inspired annd... Oh god, I'm starting to sound like a Language Arts teacher.

(But seriously, keep up the great writing.)