Hello.

A challenge for you, my dear he-fellows and she-fellows! Write a poem--in any form or design--on the topic of oranges. Be as creative as your hearts and ankles will allow!

Good luck! Aheh heh.

Sorry I steal all my poetry from JSH

I once had an orange named fred
who often fell on his head
he smelt of poo
or an old shoe
Now that poor orange is dead

I truly love the orange fruit,
they're tasty and keep me aloof,
But I couldn't just say,
I love oranges that way,
Cuz Orange has no rhyme,
that'd be moot!

o the music of orange
it sounded like a bornge
it smewjelded with gornge
and bellowed with pornge
and wobbled away with the wornge...

Jack and Jill walked up the hill
Each with a buck and a quarter...

there once was a man from nantucket. his orange was so long he could suck it......

Oranges are so very fancy,
They make me dance like a pansy,
But I do it alone,
By myself and at home,
So no one would call me a nancy!

The best use for oranges
is to lubricate your door hinges
Be careful of the acid
it will give sore singes

Life happens,
Especially when
We make other plans.

A day is like an orange;
We squeeze moments and
Memories from each one
While worrying whether
Our glass is half-full or half-empty.

Some drink their fill of
The juice of opportunity;
Careless others spill theirs,
Staining the carpet of their lives.

The sweetest juice is found
In moments spent with you;
Such times are gently squeezed,
Flowing into the mouth of my heart,
Where they remain forever.

Whenever Life happens,
I think of you and know our moments
Are a sweet vintage waiting for us.

Oranges

Oh, those tiny little pumpkin wannabes.
Stuck up like tangerines on a tree.
Can't blush like the apples can do.
Sometimes green or sour for you.

But don't they think there something.
Citrus like but there really nothing.
Don't even look like a decent pear.
Pick them and all ever do is swear.

Oh, not that you can hear outloud.
They are much too round and proud.
Sun-ripen but then so are prunes.
Atleast a bannana can hold a tune.

They don't even listen to rock and roll.
Just lay on the ground and rot down below.
Can't handle weather; Turns them to mush.
I have seen better fruit on a small bush.

Oranges; It is to laugh and to jest.
Even they say they are nature's best.
They can't even rhyme like other words.
Oranges; Worse word I have ever heard.

Nice another one to steal

Riddle of yours and riddle me this,
What has a rind and many a pits,
Sour and sweet,
Tastes slightly like feet,
I have many an orange in my mits.

Citrus's can keep
Scurvy away, and right now
I need some orange

I thought the poems were supposed to rhyme with orange

A boy and a girl, where walking in the forest,
We've gone pretty far the, the guy said, wow...
he looked at the girl with a grin on his face,
and said, can we do it now? can we do it now?

The girl looked back as sassy as could be,
said, no not yet, just follow me,
and she pranced further on with a step to her toe...
as she said, further we must go, first further we must go...

So far along into the woods now,
and again he stopped, he again the boy said wow...
He looked at "juicy presents" and his body did tingle?
Can we do it NOW? can we do it now?

The girl rubbed her hands across what he could see...
and yelled out in a voice so loud and free...
No not yet, shall by treasures you enjoy, little boy,
as she danced away with that step in her toe....
for further we must go... yes, still further we must go...

So much farther down the track, the boy could no longer hold his tounge,
and screamed at the top of his lung...
Can we do it now? Can't we do it now...
and the girl looked at him, and said, oh oh yes,
and how...
so she opened up her apron,
as the boy she would no longer scoarnge...
And down in the dirt together,
they both sat, and peeled the orange.

With Equescent thoughts...... (hope ya'all liked it)
FroznChild

My orange
So supple and sweet
I am borange
Lemon can't compete.

Orange is a color, an attitude, a feeling
Orange can send your retinas reeling
Orange is a taste that has no equal
If orange was a movie, I'd go see the sequal
I have orange shirts, a coat, and a car
So women tend to veiw me from afar
But still I love orange to the bone
Though I sometimes resemble a traffic cone
Orange is the pinnacle of the colors and flavors
If orange was a person, it'd do you a favor
Orange makes you happy and physically fit
But it will drive you nuts if you try rhyming it.

Orange you glad
You're reading
another poem
about oranges!