I like oranges, how about you?
If you like oranges, then I like you.
They are so good, you can't help but like them.
I know you will, if you try them.
If you don't like oranges as much as I do,
Then I must say that there is something wrong with you.
I don't like plums, how about you?
If you don't like plums, then I like you.
They are a bit distasteful, and looks shady to me.
If you take a quick try, you will also see.
Don't tell me you like plums, because if you do,
I really can't help but not like you.
I hate avocados, how about you?
If you hate avocados, then I like you.
They are the worst of the bunch - no good at all.
I'm sure you will agree that they make your skin crawl.
If you don't hate avocados - unlikely as is seems,
Then you must be crazy - and not just in your dreams.
If you like avocados - I don't quite see how that could be true,
Then, without question, I do hate you.
It was a Tuesday, and I was feeling blue.
My mind was littered with nothing new.
My bowl was half filled with cabbage stew.
That day I wore clothes of the dullest hue.
Only four beige walls were in view.
I was surrounded by books all shut with crazy glue.
There was really very little that I could do.
I was trapped in a box, that's what I knew.