The Orange

On the outside you look like the sun

You feel like a dry rough-skinned newt

When I peel you, you sound like the ripping of pants

When I slice you, you sound like a sweet symphony, a brilliant colorfull piece designed for percusion to shine

Inside you look lie a deep pool of Orangina, radiant in the light, sweet juice trickles off of your soft vibrant flesh

You feel like a little orange liver with little hairs hanging off

You smell like the sweetest air freshener in the world

You taste like a citrus fruit a beautiful tangy deliciousness inside

Tell me, why does nothing rhyme with orange?

-Julian H. 6th Grade