A plum; no, better
one overripe peach
let go, to splatter.
Its a naughty sound
Not near enough found!
Unlike those chuckles.
Skies relished in most;
Shook down for apples!
Just the unworthy
Idea of booty.
The leaping the fence.
The manic dash, that
Succeeds the offence.
Not a nerve is live
But mischiefs contrive!
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