King of Fruits


As April walks by,

All I want is you.

My hands wish to touch you,

And my olfactory, to sniff you in.


Crisp and sour, is you as raw

With  colour so grassy and rural.

As you grow, you transform,

To look bright and sunny.


King of Fruits, a crown,

So apt for you, darling MANGO.

Your juicy pulp worth drooling,

And flavour, lip smacking.

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