There are no regrets
about eating a mango, Your Honour;
you just don't,
and it's easy to peel.
It's harder to peel a peach
so you'll eat the skin
and regret it for the furry feel
in your mouth.
As well as for the title, Your Honour,
that's why the peach
is the poor mango
of the south.
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