Bloody oranges

Pierce the fruit, ripe and supple. Blood dripping down your chin fingers and skin. Peel perfume; Citrus zest. the orange wears red lips and whiskey breath. Good with lemon and lime, likes seltzer too. Orange cream-sickle too good to be true. Take a bite, she’s juicy. Grapefruit’s cousin You may not like her, but that’s…

Father of the year

What can I say, you’re a champ. Whenever she needs you you’re first. With bottle breath and a zoo pals plate of New Ports. You’re the best. If anyone could claim first place for the biggest waste of blood and plants its you. I don’t know what we’d do without you. Never cease to impress…