I dream of a Peach
That's just out of reach

I wish to **** on it's sweet nectar

It's sticky and sweet
brings joy to my feet

and reads high on my comfort detector

When i reach for this treat
I am told to retreat

for I have is not what they are asking

I'm too tall or to short
or i'm not a good sport

so I leave and feel burdened for tasking

The fall does not hurt me
my drive won't desert thee

I'll reach for that peach every time

and once I obtain it
I surely will drain it

Of all the sweet juice that is mine!