I’m an orange, as orange as can be,
You can squeeze me after dinner, then drink me during tea.
I’m a fruit, a drink, a colour as well,

I seem to be so popular; I really go down well.
When I’m a fruit, you eat me slice by slice,

I’m succulent and juicy; you’ll find me quite nice.
When I’m a colour, I’m dazzling and bright,
I come in different shades; dark, medium and light.
When I’m a drink, I’m poured into a glass,
But if you don’t drink me, I’m sure to turn to gas.
Tennis players gulp me, after they’ve scored deuce,
Now I really must stop writing ‘cos I’m running low on juice!

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.