My peach, its mine
I will be the one to eat it
I hold it in my hand, it’s a perfect fit
Small and defenceless

Before the killing time
I sit and I observe, as told
Red and orange and yellow-gold
Are the colours of its outside

Like people, my peach is
Wear the outside out
But inside is what it’s all about
For inside is where the flavour hides

Take little bites
Of the furry, rough skin
The juice is kept within
Within my little and quiet peach

On the outside, a peach is pretty
But its fur stands on end in worry
Biting softly, see the juices scurry
Into the inside, into the sweetness

Skin is almost all gone now
The peach is only orange-yellow
Makes you mad, want to bellow
Because of how the inside looks

In rage, I bite into it,
I can hear it screaming
Then it is silent, dreaming
And it lets me rip the last of its skin