The Love Of Oranges

The Love of Oranges

A man offered me an orange

He wanted me to try

I would not accept his orange

But I wouldn’t tell him why

Again he offered me his orange

He gently whispered “please taste”

Furiously i shook my head

“NO!” I shouted with haste

See, i’d once been given an orange

I ate it, it had looked fine

But this orange made me ill

Afterwards I suffered a long time

Again the man came to see me

Holding out the orange in his hand

I knocked it to the floor and screamed

“YOU JUST DONT UNDERSTAND!”

The man picked up the orange

He said “But i’ve grown that just for you”

I have tendered and looked after,

The tree on which it grew

I only wanted you to have it

So we could share something nice

He put the orange back in his pocket

He walked away and looked back twice

Now his orange did look ok

But so had the one before

I had suffered so much though,

“Never again!” i had swore

But how could i be sure

This orange would be as bad?

“Wait” i shouted to the man

With all the strength i had

“I will try your orange

But just a small piece for now

And if your orange is a good one

I promise i’ll try the rest somehow”

So I tried the orange

Just a little bit at a time

I’d forgotton how good it tasted

Afterwards I felt fine

I’ve now eaten many oranges

From this kind man’s tree

Although some may have pips

His oranges are healthy and good for me

By Claire Baker