Cream the crop loot,
if I had to pick a fruit.
You'd be my pineapple,
my sweet juice of Snapple.
Everytime I reach,
also my sweet peach.

I'd plant your tree,
so I could get sweet fruit for free,
glory be,
keep you close to me.
Let me tell you about the
birds and bees,
others and my fruit trees.
Keep away from my sweet fruit,
or they might get the boot.

Being around my love in place,
everyday with the sun in our face.
Dancing and romancing you delicious,
there's no question of love nutricious.
I love you which ever way you're fixed,
pineapples or sweet peaches mixed.

OnepoetGem