There is something somewhat odd with the new breed of Naval Orange I have been buying from the local market over the last month. Namely, once peeled the fully grown oranges almost always house a smaller less matured orange inside them; as if expectant fruit mothers. I wrote this poem about the phenomena.
Orange shell holds juicy swell,
Sweet and citric, rhyming hell,
2 for 1? Try small inside,
Baby born from orange hide.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)