A preaching peach and a glum fat plum
Staggering sideways having downed a barrel of rum
Unbeknownst to them, they got close to the grinder
The peach, realising the inevitable, knelt before God
The rotund plum knew he was up for the sword
And then it happened, but only not as expected
The blade turned and swooshed as it crushed the selected
And shock turned to smile and the laughter wasn't so far
The neon sign outside read – Vegetable juice bar