Mr Orange

Poor Mr Orange what a sorry site He’s been lay in the fruit bowl for many days, many nights All shrivelled up his skin looks Bruised, battered, needing a new hip Oh how he remembers the days when he was just a pip The farm he did grow up in His friends from the orchard too The tree where he did ripen Deep orange his colour grew But now he’s lay in a fruit bowl Slowly growing old Becoming over ripened And starting to grow mould He looks back on his sorry life span Thinking what could have been All the good he had to offer Now all a distant dream So next time you buy some oranges Remember what there purpose be And eat them all as soon as possible Cuz there full of vitamin C