The Oranges Poem by Gregory PierreJerome

I saw your oranges on the table
They looked sweet and lovely
I had no chance of rejection
Filching is what I'm sorry for
I could not deny such woman
As I took it
My heart stroke like if it was going in a
Jazz tone of a high saxophone note
This pretty lady was like a waterfall
As I drink its tasty juice I see myself
Floating between a rainbow
Your oranges I must return
How can one replace such heavenly fruit
Apples and plums are way below its level
It is the precious queen made by God
It goes through the awful pains of delivering new lives
But sorry I had to eliminate such gorgeous fruit
Your oranges I had for the day
I saw your oranges on the table.