Ode De Clementine This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Oh, dear and tender Clementine,

Oh, tiny, tasty friend of mine,

You I covet most of all,

Though you may be of stature small.

No other citrus do we know -

Not Tangerine nor Tangelo,

Nor Orange, beloved of the mob,

Malignant Lemon, Lime the snob,

Nor giant oafish Grapefruit - who

Can hold a candle's flame to you.

Let the others preach and prate;

I'll squeeze their juice for concentrate,

And you alone I will not harm,

So taken am I by your charm.

I'll taste your flesh and flash a grin,

As juice runs slowly down my chin;

From peel to skin, to meat, to seed,

Oh, Clementine, you're all I need.






This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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