(In admiration of Wendy Cope’s poem, ‘The Orange’)
Since Ely was where I happened to be,
I contacted dear Wendy Cope
And asked her to section an orange with me,
If such was not too much to hope.
She quickly replied I could join her at one
In a park which had benches to suit,
Once all of her usual shopping was done,
Including the purchase of fruit.
I quickly agreed to the time and the place
But insisted on buying the snack.
When errands were run, we met face to face,
Walked a bit, then sat down and leaned back.
The orange came out. She offered to peel.
I let her and savoured my share.
And she did her own, far more than a meal.
Between us was nary a care.
The Orange - The Gladdest Thing