Ode to Tangerines? (School Poem)

Standing at my post

I sift through the tasty tangerines.

The smooth orange rind  

The only thing on my mind.

I look at the beautiful orange

smelling its citrus scent emit.

I think of the toothsome taste

And hope none goes to waste.

I cannot help but look out the window

and look for the apricot tree.

I want to dream about the tangerine

But often the apricot reigns supreme.

My hands still work quick

to sort and shift the oranges.

One slippery little guy

lets loose on the fly.

SPLAT!

The rotten fruit burst from my hand.

Seeking freedom, the fruit

snuck off like a brute. 

O, how I wish to be brave

like the tangerine.

To go outside and seek the apricot tree

leave my job and declare myself free.

I feel like a tangerine.

Sweet and sour and stuck.

Perhaps that is simply childhood.

We’re all just tangerines stuck in the box.