Sexual Abuse of a Baby Boy

Once upon a time
there was an orange boy
who lived in a fruit basket.
He had beautiful orange skin
juicy flesh and a rotund happiness.
Then one day someone came along
and peeled him off.
He lost his orange skin and was bare.
Slowly he lost himself
One by one, bit by bit
His seeds were spurt across.
He lost his tender skin, his juice, his all.
An orange he was, an orange small.