“The Orange and Other Poems” by Wendy Cope

I may not be a poet but

You’ll humor me, I hope

Or get to know a better one: 

Her name is Wendy Cope

She wrote a little poem called 

“The Orange” (short and sweet)

I read its mirror image

Through a window by my seat

I’d never even heard of it

Until that very day 

But when I read “The Orange,” well,

I knew what I would say: 

“Please sir may I have some more?”

I’d like to own the book 

I don’t mean to be greedy but 

I had to have a look

And I’m so glad I asked to get 

A copy of my own

I surely don’t regret it and 

I know I’m not alone

I read it as I rode the train

From Waterloo to Surrey 

Enjoying every moment of the trip

Without a worry

Sometimes it was funny

Sometimes it was sweet

But always, like “The Orange,”

It was good enough to eat 

I tried to take my time and think

Tasting as I read 

I related to the poems

As the words flowed in my head

I really loved this little book

Of that you can be sure

And when I turned the final page

I wished that there were more

Buy this book of poems

Smile and savor it

Open it and start to read

You’ll never want to quit.