The Worm and the Apple

There once was a hungry old worm
Who scooted along all day
And while the worm went on scooting
A fresh bright red Apple started to say
"Hello, Mr. Worm, your mustache well groomed
How are you today?"
The worm looked on up and started to swoon
So ripe and probably juicy
And the worm climbs the tree
And he says to she
"Pretty red Apple I am ever so hungry,
may I have just one bite
Of your soft fruity flesh
It won't hurt you, but help me."
After a moment the Apple says yes
And flinches just slightly as the worm digs in
This, there begins
A pattern of sorts
Of the old hungry worm
Climbing the tree
To plea for one bite of her flesh
Until the poor bright red Apple withers away
No, there is nothing left