Bitter as an unripe orange
Orange you glad you asked
Asked a question so divine
Divine became my task
Task became toil for hire
Hire was a root beer drink
Drink in the tragic sight
Sight is all in how it's seen
Seen it all in my time
Time became my reluctant friend
Friend not won but made
Made a den to burrow in
In me lies the bitter orange
Orange you glad you asked
Wanda Swim Strunk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bitter-as-an-unripe-orange/
