Poem: There’s Only One Thing Better…
the mandarins were in the
fridge (where I wanted them)
I took them and put them
in a bowl (to gather the skins)
there is a sugar rush that comes
from eating mandarins (but my dad
doesn’t believe that fruit has
sugar, or else his doctor-friend
would have mentioned it one
night, over tennis…surely…)
Now. Where was I? Oh yes…
Mandarins…(mmmmmmmm)