The Orange
by Wendy Cope
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave –
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
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(Read the last few lines and/or hear the poem read aloud here.)
Wendy Cope talks (only a wee bit) about the origins of the poem here.
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| and now I want the pin. |
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