The Great Orange War of 2020

From the beginning, 

I would disagree with the title.

Sounds a bit fluffed.

Trying to create more worry.

Not that there was no worry.

Oranges were flying back and forth.

I think we both almost hit the other's mum.

That would have been dasterdly.

I blame the quarantine.

Cooped up for at least a day,

 and what could you expect?

It took an ugly turn when the REM album started.

Orange juice everywhere.

Flags waved.

Hands shaken.

Reparations were two slices of cheesecake exchanged for a promise to pick up the cat poo.

An uneasy peace,

 as I watch a cat walk across the yard.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We need the orange juice. I am a night-manager of a CVS in Michigan. Vitamin C, B12 selling like it is gold. The old world is gone now. Young kids buying vitamins and concern for our world. I prefer a flesh orange, but the orange world is here my friend. Thank you Jon for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Jon Roggie]

If I could send them, I would send you a case. We have two trees, and there are still so many oranges.
Can't donate to food banks due to an insect, and now the current situation.
Thanks for stopping by, and stay healthy my friend!
Jon

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Jon. Stay safe my friend.