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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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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Comments1
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.
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