boneless apples

I set up a stall 
in the marketplace
selling boneless apples 
and pears and grapes, 
and business boomed 
as the rubes rolled in

quite delighted by fruits 
I purveyed to them. 

"But what" said one 
"...do you do with the bones?
"It's a secret," I lied 
in confiding tone, "But

I don't mind telling you 
on the sly - I could sell 
you a big bag of bones, 
wise guy."

And we winked, 
in conspiratorial style. 
He left with a big bag
of boneless pears to his chest.
I breathed free, my bluff uncalled. 

I did not need another big 
bag of bones to hide 
in my stall.