orange

Orange

So bland

Grand

And sometimes canned

Pulled from the tree

But you can see

Flee

And peel

Seal

Congeal

This is for real

You can feel

Put it in jello

We’re weird fello

But oh no

Its sour

Its final hour

Put in a fridge

Sometimes found under a bridge

One day they’ll be gone

We’ll be alone

Oranges extinct

Wow that a shame

They’re fame

They lost our game

Oh how lame