Summary: A sonnet on the taste of little girls. Creamy mocha or milky white? I like both; surprise me tonight Cherry red lips, or is it strawberry? Doesn't matter, it's addicting, very Half an orange on either side Roll my tongue around the seeds, but I won't bite Glide up your double Popsicle My eyes on the spot where your juice trickles Your peach is as juicy as it gets But I'll be careful when going around the pit Ten little grapes fresh from the vine One by one, they taste so divine Tonight, I dined on a tasty treat And it was oh, so sugary sweet