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A La Mode

Although my list is lengthy Of desserts that I adore, There’s one that I cannot resist And leaves me wanting more: A crumb-topped pie with berries – Pretty simple, it would seem – Just slightly warmed and crowned with Some vanilla bean ice cream. The filling should be thick and sweet, The berries slightly oozing; A mix works well, but blue ones Are the berries I’d be choosing. The crust should be delicious, too. The ice cream scooped on high; And as for calories to count, Those rules do not apply. My mom passed down her love of sweets And one that she bestowed Was berry pie (store-bought, but still) Served warm and a la mode.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 12/9/2014 9:31:00 AM
Congratulations on your win Ilene.
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Date: 12/9/2014 8:58:00 AM
Nice poem, congrats on the win
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Date: 12/8/2014 2:17:00 PM
oooh I am getting hungry reading these delicious poems:-) Hugs jan xxx
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Date: 12/8/2014 12:54:00 PM
I'm getting hungry, sounds delicious. Congrats!
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Date: 12/8/2014 10:59:00 AM
Ilene, ala mode is simply the best, yum. Thanks for entering the pie contest, truly wonderful submissions sent in, congratulations on your win.
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Date: 11/28/2013 8:28:00 AM
Now I'm hungry but not a pie in sight.
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Date: 11/27/2013 4:49:00 PM
A little scoop of ice cream, a little peice of pie. Now I think that I can say I know the reason why. Life's question's, some are very large and some a bit less so. But when you've tasted a la mode, that's all you need to know. Peace. :)
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Date: 11/26/2013 11:46:00 PM
Yum, what a delicious poem. I hunger for more. Your poems are always a wonderful surprise.
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