Ode to My Peach

Oh, fuzzy friend,

how I await you every fall!

I select you lovingly

from among your friends,

then take you home,

and bathe you tenderly.

Your red and yellow skin

hints at the flesh within!

The first bite--heaven,

Juices, running down my chin.

But, too soon, you're gone,

leaving only a dark, wrinkled pit behind.