Peaches on Beaches

An aunt of mine, an English teacher, when on holiday with us in Melbourne, way back in 1984, when I had just started my degree at RMIT, now RMUT, visited the St Kilda beach. She put on a floppy sun hat, had on a peachy pink Saree, plopped herself on the warm sand, and declared for all and sundry,
“Don’t I look
Like a Peach
On the Beach
I do Beseech”.
My aunt has since passed on, but her lovely limerick rings loud and clear, as I sit on, not the beach, but my antique sofa, an antique myself, draped in this gorgeous peachy organza kora silk Saree, with gold borders and pallu, gold Veenas and percussion instruments embroidered all over. Gifted by a dear friend last Navarathri.