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)