Orange Poem

Charlotte Warder
1/30/07
Orange Poem

Sitting at my table,
Just only three, talking to my buddies.
Ms. K walks out of the work room.
A big sack of golden orange balls in one hand,
Peppermint sticks in the other.
One is placed in front of me.
The ball is cold, squashed, and smooth with little black dots,
A lot like my mommy’s face with no make up on.
My teach tells us to stick the peppermint into the orange.
Pow!! Pow!! I say,
As I hear the skin ripping.
All the sudden I get this smell of orange spray.
My dad always uses it after he goes to the bathroom.
I start to suck on the peppermint,
I get a rush of bitter juice in my mouth.
It was fun for like five minutes,
Then I decide to play doctor.
When I get done cutting into the body,
I see this orange, juicy, squishy ball.
Much like a ball my mom has,
She always squeezes it when she’s mad at me.
I take a big bite of it,
Juice sacks start popping in my mouth.
Yummy!!
I wonder what we get to do next week.
Its red week!