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 out loud.
They are much too round and proud.
Sun-ripen but then so are prunes.
At least a banana 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.