Whenever they adore my table,
I don’t stop attacking them
By crushing them in my mouth!
Until they’re finished, I can’t see
Any other food!
I am very greedy and I can’t see
Anyone enjoying those lovely,
Colorful wonders in their mouth!
They turn mysterious when they
Add a unique flavor to ice cream.
I tend to attack them with love!
My mind loses it’s ability to count
Calories, if I see this!
Followed by long,boring workout!
Still I go crazy for them,
Even if they go dry!
Poetry of a Bohemian 
This is poetry is on berries and it’s universal favourite. Hope you like this!
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