The Apple Turnover?
By T. D. Fagan

A red they say
Keeps Doc away.
A shining gold
Launched ships untold.
And then there's green,
With that great sheen!

Such pretty hues—
No blacks or blues—
But scattered 'round,
All o'er the ground,
It's almost art,
My upset cart.


Author's Note: This poem was written for a challenge: Write a poem inspired by a fall fruit. It originally appeared on another site before being moved here.

Dating from the late 1700s, the idiom "upset the applecart" means to "spoil carefully laid plans."