An Orange,
It's round and soft,
It fits perfectly into a hand.
It's natural form is seriously examined.
Tumbled about by the thumb and four fingers.
The thumb decides to investigate closely,
The textured softness gives way,
A large chunk of the skin is torn off.
and white flesh is exposed.
The fingers roll in from the side,
to aid the thumb.
The pale white and scared skin,
oozes a sweet fluid.
A naked and scared form remains
The hand wonders,
what can be done to redeem the Orange.
Its mangled form must be eaten!
Its the noble purpose for this Orange.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
An Orange,
It's round and soft,
It fits perfectly into a hand.
It's natural form is seriously examined.
Tumbled about by the thumb and four fingers.
The thumb decides to investigate closely,
The textured softness gives way,
A large chunk of the skin is torn off.
and white flesh is exposed.
The fingers roll in from the side,
to aid the thumb.
The pale white and scared skin,
oozes a sweet fluid.
A naked and scared form remains
The hand wonders,
what can be done to redeem the Orange.
Its mangled form must be eaten!
Its the noble purpose for this Orange.
Investigate the Orange.
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