DSCF8321A friend of mine recently gave me a her lightly used Mac computer. Sitting at this amazing machine with music and a screen so big I actually have to swivel my neck to see from one side of the screen to the other has been heavenly. I named this machine of magic “Lord Mac,” and wrote her this poem to say thank you.

The poem doesn’t have anything to do with computers, and I actually wrote it how I do most of my writing these days… at the kitchen table as I try not to burn dinner on the iPad and sometimes scribbly pieces of scratch paper.

Thanks Robin, for Lord Mac. May he reign long and produce much in his kingdom (unlike the poor schmuck in the poem).

Lord Mac, King of the Apples

Lord Mac, King of the Apples
sat wondering what to do.
Lord Mac loved to eat the apples
but he loved to look at them too.

“Oh, why am I cursed!” he cried out, his lips pursed,
and he balled both his fists in his eyes.
“I can never have both, and this fact I do loathe
for I want a feast for my palate and eyes!”

The poor king then sat leaking tears in his hat
when a man with a camera came near.
He saw the king’s plight and sought to set it all right
so he swiftly started setting up gear.

With a clickety-snap, and up the king sat
to see the strange man at his feet.
Up he did jump with a “How rude!” and “Harrrrumph…!”
and an embarrassed trail he started to beat.

“Hey now!” said the man with a card in his hand.
“Look here, and see what I’ve got – 
apples forever, whatever the weather
that won’t attract worms, flies or rot.”

Lord Mac quite cavorted when he heard this reported
and he frolicked back to see for himself.
There on a page was a photograph made
laid out like a prize on black felt.

“Now the first one is free,” said the man zealously.
“But you’ll want to see what can be made:
there’s T-shirts and cases, coozys and shoe laces
and I take cash, check, credit or trade.”

Now Lord Mac just sits on a throne made of pits
from all the apples he ate up with no thought.
He’s got a souvenir mug, back pack, banner and rug
but he traded his trees for the stuff that he bought.

Now children be wise and here find a prize
of wisdom you can use as you please.
Apples may grow fast but by themselves they don’t last 
so never, never trade off your trees.

– Angela Yuriko Smith


By Angela Yuriko Smith

Angela Yuriko Smith is a third-generation Ryukyuan-American, award-winning poet, author, and publisher with 20+ years in newspapers. Publisher of Space & Time magazine (est. 1966), two-time Bram Stoker Awards® Winner, and HWA Mentor of the Year, she shares Authortunities, a free weekly calendar of author opportunities at authortunities.substack.com.

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