She was the apple of his eye,
She walked with the motion of swaying love,
But she was a McIntosh and he was a Melrose.
This was not a marriage made in heaven.
The stares they suffered when they rolled down the street.
This caused them to break up as they moved to a different beat.
Instead he took up with a pear, a Bartlett of wealth.
And this unholy union took place against odds, a Las Vegas bet.
They held hands, they took long walks on the beach,
He loved her but she flirted with many, she was such a bitch.
And then he was dumped and tried to go back to McIntosh.
But she spurned him again and went out with a bunch of Cherries at a bagel nosh.
Alone and scorned he finally gave up.
Suicide by blender and became apple sauce in a cup.