William of Orange
William of Orange
Adorable, round
With a smile drawn on
And head topped with a crown.
He sang a sweet song:
“Don’t eat me! Don’t eat me!
I’m real, I’m alive.
I’m living, I’m feeling.”
Abigail grasped him
And pondered his crown.
Felt Will’s bumpy skin
Felt the fruit, firm and sound.
His peel had a shine;
A cute tangerine gleam.
Scented like outdoor markets,
Will was inviting to eat.
William of Orange,
Moist with her mouth’s breath,
Sang his sweet song,
And screamed to his death
Because I ate him.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world