Oh, Donut Peach!
How I love thee!
Thy sweet flesh is perfumed
With golden-honey summer rays
And touched with hints of almond.
Thy petite being nestles comfortably
In the heart of my palm.
May thine glow with a decadence
That knows the heights of exquisite pastries
Yet remains humble enough for all to enjoy.
How I weep upon feeling the crispness of autumn
For I must soon bid you farewell.
Until you blossom next season
And we meet again at Citarella...