This one's for Momma...part deux!
Yeah, the meter is way off. I did it on the fly, okay?
Sonnet #25: Damn, That Pie is the Bomb!
When at last the Christmas holiday did arrive,
It came time to partake of the most divine pie.
Its tender crust did resemble some work of art
Crafted by the hands of angels from on high.
Long did my gaze dance upon the golden, flaky pastry
And a tear did form in my eye from the sheer beauty.
Soon did I begin to crave the taste of tenderly spiced
Apples that would prance across my taste buds with delight.
Thoughts of cinnamon and sugar did fill my mind
And send me into a reverie of seasonal cheer.
Would that I could produce such a celestial creation,
I bowed my head to lift the fork to my grateful lips.
For a luscious pie that makes my heart soar,
I will be longing forever more!
Excerpt from the forthcoming collection Sonnets for Dinner and other Appetizers.
Sonnet #25: Damn, That Pie is the Bomb!
When at last the Christmas holiday did arrive,
It came time to partake of the most divine pie.
Its tender crust did resemble some work of art
Crafted by the hands of angels from on high.
Long did my gaze dance upon the golden, flaky pastry
And a tear did form in my eye from the sheer beauty.
Soon did I begin to crave the taste of tenderly spiced
Apples that would prance across my taste buds with delight.
Thoughts of cinnamon and sugar did fill my mind
And send me into a reverie of seasonal cheer.
Would that I could produce such a celestial creation,
I bowed my head to lift the fork to my grateful lips.
For a luscious pie that makes my heart soar,
I will be longing forever more!
Excerpt from the forthcoming collection Sonnets for Dinner and other Appetizers.