Ode to Tangerine [Edith]

Ode to a Tangerine

 

O tangerine,

that once was green,

and hung upon a tree

I thank the Lord

I can afford

a tangerine for me.

 

O fruit so sweet

compact, complete

ingeniously made

with sticky hands

my voice commands

a citrus serenade.

 

O brightly colored

citrus fruit!

your value no one

can dispute

such cunning package

for your flavor

I can't express

the joy I savor

Every segment,

cool and sweet--

O tangerine,

you're good to eat.

 

And now remains

an orange heap

the skin and seeds

I will not keep

but mem'ry fond

I'll cherish long

by tangerine's

compos'ed song.

 

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