Sour Orange Poem by Dan Lukman

He's painted in the color orange, the color of both love and joy!
Everyone seems to love him, and they all want to be like him.
After all-

He's funny.
He's loving.
He's strong.
And he's kinda pretty.

But beneath that orange skin, Beneath that sweet smile, lies something else.
A nasty juice that stings when it touches, and a taste more terrible then anything else.

Everyone thinks he's sweet, but only those who peeled his skin, know that he is nothing but a sour orange.