She is a sweetheart

A star in the nightshade,

She’s a sour tart

Pandora in accolade.

She’s a Spring blossom

Supreme, pink perfection,

Ain’t she just awesome

In a cocktail collection?

She is a wild child

Red lipped,

When she smiled

And the tree branches drip-dripped.

And she is an empress

If you’re in doubt--

A sweet mess

To eat out.

The End

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