Oranges are like humans:
We’re each unique,
And oranges
Don’t rhyme with
Anything.
We’re a bit sweet,
But have a skin to peel.
We’re a few drops of juice,
But a whole lot of
Pulp
Non-Fiction.
Our body makes us withstand
A fall from
A tree
Or
Two.
We
Hang
Precariously,
Surrounded
By a view.
Orange
You glad
I didn’t make
Any
Puns?
They would have been a bit sour,
And the aroma
Would have been deceptive.
But I guess
That’s what makes the details
So
Juicy.