Mr. Orange: A Poem
Here is a lonely fruit,
He doesn’t know he’s very cute,
His skin is tough, he rolls alone,
Expressionless but a striking tone,
On the inside, he is tangy and sweet,
But he’s layered, ‘cause there’s no one to meet,
Unlike others, he doesn’t have a cluster,
Compared to bananas and grapes, he feels lackluster,
So, he just sits here, reflecting on his fruitless life, seeing only what’s in front of him,
He wishes he could travel, but that’s impossible, an orange has no transporting limb.
Comments
AUTHORgirimybf: Thanks so much! I love writing poetry on all kinds of subjects; I'm glad you liked it. :)
its cute and funny !
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PDXKaraokeGuy: He says thank you and I do, too.
I feel very sorry for the orange. I'm glad it has you to empathize with it!
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Sunshine625: Thank you so much! :)
What a cute fruit!! Your poem was right on!!:)
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savanahl: Thank you; I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)
What a cute little poem. I really enjoyed reading it. Voted up for putting a smile on my face.
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Deborah Brooks: Thank you!
Tony the writer: Thanks! I sketched his face real quick with a permanent marker and took a picture with my cell phone.
Like your poem, love the picture of Mr Orange.
it is very cute. I like how you described it and made me look at the orange in a different light
voted up
Debbie
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f: Thanks! It doesn't really hold a deeper meaning. It's just a little poem about an orange that is stuck on the counter.
Voted up. Interesting; an obscure (deep?) meaning ... :)
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