We’re Gonna Zoom, Zoom, Zoom-a-Zoom

The Boston Red Sox going to the World Series made me remember how much I loved the kids show ZOOM. It was based in Boston and they used to close the show with a rhyming, pre-rap snap game. Since it is our first week of putting Satsuma’s in the crate, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to resurrect a poem in the ZOOM spirit celebrating the Satsuma (sat-soom-ah).

The Satsuma makes me zooma.
Happy when I peel it I might just hum a toona
or clap my hands and make a booma.
When I get that sweet crisp shot of tart and tangy Satsuma,
so juicy and sweet and quick to please between my cheek and guma,
I feel I could run just like a puma.
In a daze of citrus joy I reverse its high degree and refer to it as magna laude cuma.
It won’t make you fuma’,
you can never lose your sense of huma’,
now go out and spread the tasty word of the Satsuma ruma’.
Like I said, sweet and tangy it makes you zooma!

Enjoy and Be Fruitful! chiefbanana@fruitguys.com