Bitter As An Unripe Orange Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

Bitter As An Unripe Orange

Rating: 5.0


Bitter as an unripe orange
Orange you glad you asked

Asked a question so divine
Divine became my task

Task became toil for hire
Hire was a root beer drink

Drink in the tragic sight
Sight is all in how it's seen

Seen it all in my time
Time became my reluctant friend

Friend not won but made
Made a den to burrow in

In me lies the bitter orange
Orange you glad you asked

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mary Nagy 31 October 2005

Wanda, this really is a wonderful poem. I like how you've structured it as you have...very fun yet, a nice message underneath. Sincerely, Mary

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Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler 26 October 2005

this is good and silly. it's like a smile with black teeth. Jake

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This is such a fun poem! Thanks for sharing...very, very clever.

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