Of Peccadilloes And Tamarillos Poem by Rory Hudson

(The serious reader who wishes to appreciate the true wisdom of the following poem: -) will need to know that a peccadillo is a minor sin, a picadillo is a Mexican ground beef dish, a tamarillo is a New Zealand fruit, and Amarillo is a city in Texas....)

One day I lay beneath a willow
and, having scrubbed myself with Brillo,
I then engaged in dalliance sweet
with a girl from Amarillo.

Alas, a wind blew in the willow,
causing her miniskirt to billow,
and then the wondrous sight enticed me
to commit a peccadillo.

By now, that girl from Amarillo
has a tummy like a pillow -
what I should have done was got her
to consume a tamarillo.

It’s best to have the tamarillo
first encased in pastry (phyllo)
and then to dropp it surreptitiously
in your girlfriend’s picadillo.

Then her tum will never billow
and you can share her downy pillow,
or both engage in amorous dalliance
beneath a discreet and shady willow!