I am planning to write this on a little card and leave it next to the cobbler. Limericks, of course, are the lowest form of poetry, but therefore the least intimidating.
In light of my visit down south,
I made something sweet for your mouth.
Something to savor,
All peachy in flavor,
Until I get back to the house.
It's the last line I'm not quite pleased with, though I like the implication that *I* am the proper sweet, peachy thing for his mouth and the cobbler is merely a substitute.
The trouble with having an open mind is that people put things in it.
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