Ruff to the touch

  Tang to the taste

  What a sinful rush

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  With every bite

  My lips always pucker

  It feels so right

  Though it makes me feel like a pucker.

  The blossoms burst into bloom

  The smell intoxicating

  Saving the world from blandness and gloom

  Often leaving me salivating.

  So let it rise!

  Rise to the world,

  For it is an ultimate prize.

  A grand yellow pearl.