I traded a girl two apples for an orange. I hate citrus but she was beautiful. As lovers we were rotten -- this was before the sexual revolution -- and we only necked and pawed, "Don't write below the lines!" But now she's traded that child's red mitten I only touched for a stovepipe hat, four children, and a milkman husband. Soon I learn there will be no milkmen and she'll want to trade again. Stop. I won't take a giant Marianas trench for two red apples. You've had your orange now lie in it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN |