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
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Bauer Avatar
May 4, 2021 at 1:14 PM
well said, john! sure makes me crave some...
La France Avatar
May 4, 2021 at 10:38 AM
John, fun poem, oh I dream about sinking my teeth into a pie but my necessary (put on some pounds) pandemic diet it is not allowing for pie, peace _Constance
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