The following poem was written, while drinking orange juice, on August 10th, 1977 and is now being brought to you by the wonderful people of this unaffiliated website.
Oranges by Paul Davidson, Age 6
Oranges. They are sweet. They make me pucker. I throw them good, I’m a professional chucker.
Squeeze them slow, or squeeze them quick, but squeeze them fast, use a squeezing stick.
Some come packaged, in a box, some you pour, right from the box, they’re in a box, right in the fridge, it’s a big old box, but it has no lid.
I like Oranges, big and small, they make me grow, so strong and tall.
Thank you.
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