A peach, so sweet, one I would love to eat.
My hunger for the nectar of life, the sugary taste making it hard to retreat.
A peach, so tender and soft, making it far too easy to get lost.
In the delectable flavor of the juice, so sweet, oh how I long to eat one, profuse.
A peach, so ripe, I could eat peaches in the day or the night, either is alright.
Never have I seen, a peach so clean and eatable, colors just like a roses petals.
A peach, so neat, eating a certain one is a special treat, almost making me weep.
Speaking of spotless, where is your mind, I speak of fruit, who's in the gutter this time?,