The Grand Mystery

Alec Higgins, Staff Writer

Round in shape
And orange in color
Yet you remind me of Professor Snape
Your skill in rhyme is not worth a dollar

And your citrus rather irritates
When going in the eye
Though the pain dissipates
You still send my scream to the sky

Though there is another
Whom I do truly love
It seems not to smother
And yet it’s hard to get rid of

To me it’s still a grand mystery
If not an apple I’m in misery