©2011 by Fred Flaxman
The other morning, when squeezing three oranges to make juice for myself, I was inspired to write a very deep poem. Sure, it is superficially about oranges, as the title would lead you to believe. But I'm sure that, as you think about it, you will quickly discover its hidden meaning. When you do, please let me know what it is!

When you freeze them, they become frozen.

So when you squeeze them, they should become squozen.