Can you wite a poem about the orange boxes?

that went on so long I don't know if you still want the poem.

Walking on the beaten path

I met a man needing a bath

he said he met a wee family of foxes

that were trying to steal oranges out of boxes.

Spider oh Spider oh what prose

tis the first i see of yours

the painting, the drink

of orange, blue and pink

blending in gently i suppose

your bouncy castle in a frame

and 15 minutes of glorious fame

it hangs there for you to see

somethings are just meant to be

so hold your breath and let it sink

while the rest of us have a drink :))

to you II

One day I found an orange box

With blue socks and locks

then i came upon a fox

this fox carried blue socks

it said ma'am have you seen my orange box with locks and socks

I said no I live in the bronx

Ok i give in i ate the oranges wore the socks and locked my husband up with the locks

I love those orange boxes

they allude me like foxes

I try with all my might

but still get no delight

i am only here to have fun

but deep down i still want one

then along comes spider

who seems to be a witty fighter

And yet I have but one wish

thats not to play the sea eagles squish

i have not done this since school

were i had no english skills

So this is just for you

simply because i like you

''SQUISH''

Most on yahoo had ugly badges

some were very proud of them

but the colour orange clashed with decor

So yahoo trashed most of the badges!!

Orange

I saw a painting in a hall

In a gallery on the wall

Bouncy castle was it's name

But when I looked inside the frame

There was a spider there instead

fast asleep and in it's bed

with delia by it's side

and lots of poems cast aside

The reason for this I say

is too much time on Q & A!

Orange boxes it seems

Nothing but a sad reminder

Of the addiction I got in

Day in and day out

I roam and see who's around

Sadly I stayed

Hope to get a glimpse

Of him one day

Unto this time to my dismay

Orange boxes

Was just a reminder

What a fool I've been

Lingerin' in

A real poet sits,

Orange box open.

Prose spills forward in melodic tones,

Overture to the soul in monochrome.

Orange box closes,

Melodic tones depart leaving souls searching.

A real poet?

The reason I wore my free range socks is

Because they come in orange boxes.

I used to have an orange box

I used to keep it full of socks

But then sadly one very bad day

Yahoo took my box away

So now that I have no box

I've had to stop wearing socks

My feet are really beginning to freeze

I want a box.Did I say please?

pff...how many years are u ?