In autumn’s glow, the apples bob and sway,
Their glossy skins a prize in water’s play.
With laughter loud, we dip and chase the fruit,
In tubs of mirth, where harvest joys hold sway.
No hands allowed, just teeth to seize the day,
The splash and giggle spark the heart’s pursuit.
In autumn’s glow, the apples bob and sway,
Their glossy skins a prize in water’s play.
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Matthew R. Callies (
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This game already old when I was young. I am not sure it is still practiced or not. It seems to me that the trick is to push the apple with the mouth against the side or bottom of the tub. Well written with a warm fall feel.
We played this with a fork in the mouth
Drop from a height if it sticks 8n apple you win it
Thanks for the memory
Just perfect for autumn
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