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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem