An ode to orange


When it comes to the fruit

I am your number one fan.

The juicy wedges

cool me, quench my thirst.

The bumpy surface of your peel

is quite refreshing to the touch,

but that color —

Oh dear! What a disgrace!

You’re a fashion faux-pas

for all seasons; yet, in denial

colorblind women flaunt you

with embarrassing pride.

Even my nearest and dearest

have been fooled into thinking

you are cool, on occasion.

But I shall never surrender.

Only the fruit gives your hue a good name.

Peel me another, please.

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