PEACHY

Of all the fruits that Man may eat
When placed within his reach,
One I abhor yet more and more
Is the loathsome Spanish Peach.

I hate its sweetly blushing skin
Bedecked with nasty fuzz.
I hate its taste - like human waste!
No fouler fruit there was.

The apple, grape, or apricot
Ne’er fail to make me smile,
But my guts wrench when I sense the stench
Of that Durazno Vile.