Oh orange! I would write an ode in your honor were you not so aloof in alliteration, cruel in computation, vexed by verse.
You are the abusive lover always promising that you’ve changed. “It’ll be different this time, baby!” Your succulent sweetness disguising your lies.
But alas, our love was ill-fated from the start. I should have known that you’d never truly reform in spite of so many years of peace.
Some part of me will always love you, but I can’t let you hurt me anymore. The temptations of your flesh may be great, but I must be strong.
Farewell fine fruit!
-Yes, I took a bite of an orange yesterday. I know better. If only I’d been programmed with an allergy to lima beans instead. One. Stupid. Bite. It seems the absence of orange in my life has only served to increase the sensitivity. Oh well. At least I’m not allergic to bacon.