Ravenous, that twit, Rene Magritte
Bites into an apple and swallows a pit
Enters a trance...has sort of a fit -
Countenance greenish, brightly lit.
An apple appears - center face
Hides his nose - there's not a trace
No eyes, no mouth - what a disgrace!
He peeks under his bowler just in case.
The fruit grew there he must admit
Because he didn't spit out the pit
Now branches sprout where he must sit
Ouch! That's got to hurt a bit.
He contemplates while having a cry
It's nothing that will make him die
Picking apples to paint and for pie