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