(Warning – not for people with no tolerance for bad jokes. It’ll be a pun-ishment!)
Orange you glad I stopped on my way
Juice seeing you, I can concentrate
That’s why we make such a perfect pear
The two grapes who share a non whining fate!
Seclusion’s like star fruit that’s lost it’s ap-peel,
Each time that we meat we need to ketchup
Since we cantaloupe, lettuce just get married
I’ll even let you make me a pre nup!
I’m certain my wishes will pear us good fruit
You and me, two lemons- together, sub-lime!
The less said the butter, just let your thoughts churn,
Our love will forever preserve over time!
Now that I think ‘appily, it’s strange…
How is it nothing rhymes with orange?