William of Orange

Tue, 03/21/2017 - 13:49 -- 1357281

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: 
Our world


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