Mr Orange
Poor Mr Orange
what a sorry site
He’s been lay in the fruit bowl
for many days, many nights
All shrivelled up his skin looks
Bruised, battered, needing a new hip
Oh how he remembers the days
when he was just a pip
The farm he did grow up in
His friends from the orchard too
The tree where he did ripen
Deep orange his colour grew
But now he’s lay in a fruit bowl
Slowly growing old
Becoming over ripened
And starting to grow mould
He looks back on his sorry life span
Thinking what could have been
All the good he had to offer
Now all a distant dream
So next time you buy some oranges
Remember what there purpose be
And eat them all as soon as possible
Cuz there full of vitamin C
Copyright © Dan Meese | Year Posted 2007
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