Hail, The Alphonso Poem by narayana aghalaya

let there be no doubt:
Alphonso, the King of fruits,
will erase the pout
of those with bad moods: ' so cute;
with few of these can I scoot? '

to choose use this cue:
just firm and just soft to touch,
perfect golden hue;
if organic, we can vouch
for its taste, slouched on the couch!

when sliced, the magic
happens: flesh is yellow-red;
skin comes with no jinx;
close eyes and eat and be lead
along, as joy reaches head
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