The Peach Poem

Well which way of the pieces did the witch eat the peach,

When she ate all the eight pieces of each and every peach;

And there were eight peaches which were ate in each single piece,

Because each ate piece of peach was a sweet and single peace.

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Now the one single piece which gave peace from the peach,

Was a sixty forth of the total of eight pieces of each peach;

Now she ate each piece of the peaches before a preacher,

And the justice of the peace was judging each every single piece.

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The peach poem on the page is a little off the pace,

As she stuffed herself silly with each piece in her face;

The peace of the peach is as sweet as an ace in space,

For she was being stupid and gave each piece, peace to each race.

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Now the idea of the peach peace is filling up this page,

And the piece of paper has a written peach peace and stage;

For it is going to take ages for each piece of the peach to wage,

As if a rainbow lorikeet was like the witch, which would gauge.

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So there's nothing so sweet as a piece of the peach peace,

And the witch just goes on eating it with the joy of its release;

And I don't know whether the which what witch was deceased,

For like peaches on peach trees they all try hard to increase.

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So the switch of the peaches was like a switch of the witch,

Which switches in stages and switches peaches for peace;

Now down on these pages are the pieces of peaches that switched,

And now every single piece of the peaches gives life giving peace.

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Signed,

Perhaps the Priest will preach to the witch.