The Ballad of Charles St. Peach
Written By: Epic_Poet_01 & Poetry_Luna
There once was an orange who believed he could fly,
When he tried he fell the blue sky,
and landed on a tree.
With a bruise on his head,
he’s lucky not to be dead,
what a sad day for Charles St. Peach the Orange.
When he was born,
his head was out of deform,
Maybe thats why Peach, had so many problems
With a dent in his head,
his knees felt like lead.
not to mention the black scars he promotes.
Years later, he went to war,
with birds and pineapples to settle a score.
Now he has more scares to bear.
In the midst of the war he was shot,
now he’s done with the battles he fought,
But a hole was left on his underside.
Poor unfortunate Charles St. Peach,
But now he has others to teach,
about unfair life of an orange.
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