Only apples can be paired
Not random pairs of fruit
For if to mix and match you dared
You show yourself a brute
What silly sight would be to sit
An apple side by side
An orange and compare the two
Ignoring their divide
An apple is a thing of red
Or yellow still or green
An orange as its name is read
Is not but orange seen
So spoke the man bespectacled
And mesmerized the crowd
His reason seemed perfectacled
As he before us bowed
But still the talk was yet to end
One bold among us stood
And said aloud we must upend
This nonsense if we could
Beware a man who sees the world
As but a band of hues
And thinks a crime it is to wear
Mismatching pairs of shoes
A thing is not itself because
It fits in with its peers
But only when to them its pose
Differently appears
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