(old apples)

fermented temptation
slightly past your sell-by-date
just a little overdone
it's a wonder no-one thought to turn you off
when you try and turn them on
a blown out fuse
with a faulty switch
liable to twitch and make you itch
the faintly alluring musk they used to sell
salt and pepper, with not much shake at all
a rusty metal but a precious one still
a toothy ache within a smile

don't ever change, my weatherbeat
you have to try but naught for me
my be-autiful ornate antique