Apple Pie, Apple Pie

Apple Pie, Apple Pie Such a wondrous thing, in the winter or in the spring. So, doggone sweet and a yummy treat. Apple Pie, Apple Pie Pluck the sweetest from the tree, one, two, three, laughing with glee. A flaky crust and sweet center, eaten with ice cream who cares if winter. Apple Pie, Apple Pie Sugar and cinnamon, sticky sweet, pop it in the oven, almost complete. I cannot wait to have a slice, maybe two, as one would scarcely do. Apple Pie, Apple Pie I cannot believe I did not share. It was tasty on my tongue, and now there is no more there, not even a crumb. That I have to post this upsets me: My poems are copyright. I am sharing my poems for you to read not for you to post willy-nilly to a website, in your newsletter or anywhere else with out my permission. I am available, leave me a message. Especially to those who change the name of my poem and not give proper credit. You should be ashamed!