The Evil Orange


It comes down to Earth,
As quick as a comet,
It opens its mouth,
And then it does vomit,

Gallons and gallons,
Of orange juice,
It’ll watch you drown,
And then vamoose,

It’s a giant orange,
That looks like a head,
It has a mouth that grins,
When it sees you dead.

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