Fallen apples cannot reverse time
If they fell unnripe, that is their doom
Broken churchbells can no longer chime
Nothing good comes just by changing names
The dark sky is a portent of our gloom
Fallen apples cannot reverse time
The expert hates both metre and these rhymes
The piano now demands to be untuned
Broken bells no longer want to chime
Wasps and ants will never become tame
Overhead the thunder bangs and fumes
Fallen apples cannot turn back time
In the zoo were vultures on short chains
For such creatures death can’t come too soon
Broken bells no longer want to chime
Shall we talk to others using Zoom
Shall we wear a mask, will love resume?
Fallen apples cannot reverse time
Broken churchbells cannot try to chime