David Crandall Poet Personification

Orange Juice on the Lam

I once swung from a tree on a noose, 
but I was picked, and I rolled loose.
Yet it's times just like these,
when they put on the squeeze,
that I become fresh orange juice.

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Gershon Wolf March 1, 2026 at 11:03 AM Timing is everything, they say. A time for oj, a time for mj, and even a time for pb'nj. ~ A.J. Foyt David Crandall March 1, 2026 at 7:32 PM A.J. Foyt, haven't heard that name in a while!

Paula Goldsmith February 28, 2026 at 9:33 AM Your "Orange Juice on the Lam" is a fun write. I enjoyed reading this fun one. Have a fun day writing away............. David Crandall March 1, 2026 at 7:30 PM Thanks, Paula!