Citrus Gathering Poem by Ima Ryma

A grapefruit, orange, lemon and lime
Did find themselves together on
A countertop in place and time,
A colorful phenomenon,
Pink and orange and yellow and green.
The round foursome really did do
A brightening up of the scene,
Each contributing each one's hue.
The four did chat among themselves
As to the why the four were here,
Sitting under the kitchen shelves.
And then human hands did appear.

And then the blender was let loose,
And all became a citrused juice.