The Pits

I don’t like eating tangerines
Although I will admit
It’s not the taste that turns me off
Or gets me in a snit.

It’s knowing that each section has
Within its crescent, hidden,
A pit or two or three or four,
Unwelcome and unbidden.

If citrus is the tang I crave,
Tangelos do appeal;
And navel oranges, as well,
Have juiciness ideal.

But tangerines are more like life:
The good and bad stuff splits;
‘Cause even though there’s sweetness there,
You’ve gotta deal with pits!