A Peachy Poem

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Gee I am a tree
My peaches I give to thee



I must absorb
As you pluck the orb
Taken in haste
To satisfy your taste.

Or when stripped in bulk
I do not sulk
With saddened head
As offspring pyramid on flatbed

To market they’re bound
Succulent and round
Nutritiously able
For anyone’s table

My purpose is served
When fruit lust is observed.

From my crown to my feet
I wish you bon appetit.


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Footnote
A PEACHY POEM is the copyrighted property of the Lewis Carroll School of Logic.
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