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.