Litter Poem

On my way to school
I saw an apple.
It was a wormy apple
It was a smelly, wormy apple.
It was a microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
It was a rotten, microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
It was a red, rotten, microscopic, smelly, wormy apple.
And it was lying in the gutter so I picked it up and 
put it in the worm farm.