The Orange Layer

There I was walking on the stuffy ground I feel it has so much in it The outside layer of the ground feels solid as a rock. As I realized I saw Juice’s and orange stuff coming out of the ground. Out of the ground were tiny little critters, climbing from under the ground Covered in orange juicy stuff Their shield was hard as a rock! Then I realized I wasn't walking on a ground. I was walking on an orange, an Orange Layer I fell right in the middle of the Orange it was juicy, jelly and chubby inside And it was so messy and smelly inside that I burped. I was covered in Orange, and messy But I know I was in an Orange? A big giant Orange.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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