‘Peach’
Peach
I met a woman
On the beach
Her head a perfect
Shaven peach
“Why are you here?”
Said I to she
She looked so
Out of place
You see
She took my face
In elfin hands
Her eyes black jewels
From foreign lands
She leaned in close
And whispered so
Her words were just as
Falling snow
“Mind yer own business, dickhead”