Reflections On Genetic Engineering Poem by John Bliven Morin

When they crossed an orange with a tangerine long ago,
They wisely called the resultant new fruit a “tangelo.”

I am eagerly awaiting the crossing of an orange with a grapefruit,
For, since it would be ridiculous to call the result an “apefruit, ”
Might they therefore be inclined to call the new fruit a “grorange, ”
Which, besides giving us a new treat, would provide the English language at last with a rhyme for “orange.”