“My Friend with an Orange Head” by Alorah

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I have a friend with an orange head

I see him once a year

He sits atop my kitchen table

‘Til I am ready to switch my gears

 

I start off at the top

And cut my way around

His little orange head

That isn’t very round

 

With a spoon I scoop out seeds

From his little head

And with the seeds I find some mush

That makes him seem almost dead

 

Now I’m at the eyes

I cut them with my knife

These littl triangular holes

Make him come to life

 

His mouth is in a smile

At the bottom of his face

With two little teeth

That point up into space

 

My little orange friend

Is almost complete

All he needs now

Is a body and some feet.

 

Sadly for my friend

I never find a body

Instead he sits on my front porch

Welcoming everybody

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