Sparring with an Apple

I squared up right in front of a red apple sitting in the fruit bowl. My stance was solid, just like a championship ring walk. I threw a quick jab to test its defense, but the apple barely rocked—sturdy opponent. To show proper form, I worked on my footwork, pivoting around the porcelain rim and dodging imaginary hooks from the shadows. After delivering a clean double-tap to its stem with my knuckles, I stepped back and adjusted my glasses. Gotta stay looking sharp while putting in the rounds.