Amid nature's finest things
That make the taste buds sing,
Are summer-fresh cherries.
Deliciously mouth-watering.
Ruefully, as summer wanes,
Cherries go out of season.
But upon their due return,
I'm cheery for a reason.
The most delightful of fruits—
In my HMO.
Perhaps for they're exquisiteness,
Or that I love them so.
The cherry, a gift from God,
Spruces the daily diet.
It grows on trees and tastes so good.
The perfect dessert.Try it.
(Revised 2/2018.)
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