Tuesday, May 10, 2005

wither the Orange?

Oh the orange dies a magnificent death,
severed in two by a trusty blade.
Eviscerated by the juicer machine
its pulp set aside, the juice extracted.
Then the crowning blow, tequilaized!
and Iced to boot.
Down we go.

1 comment:

Jayleigh said...

Have you ever read the poem "Winter Oranges"? It's one of my favorites that my twin sis and I found in college.

Have a lovely Saturday!