PAD Day 11: Citrus Crisis

Today's prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) Write a "dedication" poem, and (2) write a poem about your origins.  This poem is based loosely on the NaPoWriMo prompt in that it's about "origins" (but not mine), and it takes off on an infamous malapropism from the past week's news. I'll probably post something later that will tie into the Poetic Asides prompt, or both.

Origin Juice

Like my president, I'm worried about oranges.

He's concerned about the oranges of an investigation,

and I'm concerned about the oranges of my breakfast drink.

They used to all come from Florida, but lately

they've been from blue-state California, or worse yet,

from Brazil, or Central America.

How did they sneak across the border?

Are there any murderous or rapist oranges

in those crates? Are they smuggling Vitamin C

or are they members of a dreaded citrus gang?

And if we let those oranges in, what's next?

We will need to elemonate these long limes of immigrants,

and make America grapefruit again, kumquat may!