How would you like to go through life with the ugli as your name?
Everyone talking behind your back and you have to wear the moniker of shame.
But you are fruit, ripe and tasty to the lips and tongue,
Eaten in Jamaica, you are a hybrid, a blend of three, and a son.
A hybrid of grapefruit, orange and tangerine,
You are the opposite of the concept of obscene.
But the name stops people in their tracks,
If only they could overcome it and face the facts.
It is not a name which implies a bad taste,
There is more to you and you are not a disgrace.
You can mix it in rum and make a hot toddy,
In your tummy it goes and that is not shoddy.
It can be made into a marmalade and smeared on a cake,
You can use it in ice cream and scooped in cones to take.