Essential Fayre
What would life be if till we die
We could not eat a pud or pie
Or could not taste and could not savour
Flaky pastry filled with flavour
The world may as well turn to dust
For tasty food encased in crust
Is all we crave when hunger calls
Some say it be the food of fools
But there's no problem can't be cured
Or no hardship be endured
With pie we have upon our plate
A confidante, a friend a mate.
4th may 2021
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2021
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