Fried Apple Pies and Other Tidbits
When I think of dessert, you come to my mind
How delicate__ flaky crust__ crumbles with a touch
Then on the inside those apples slightly tart spring
Forth bursting out of the crust that held them there
Ummmm...those fried apples pies of yore
When mother fried them in no less than side meat
You know those drippings of it fried earlier
Do you remember also those pies, my dear?
Have not eaten one in years but what does doctor
Know about health__daddy lived to be ninety-seven
Mother lived those years too and what about Aunt
Euvela she lived to be ninety-eight ate
Bacon everyday of her life and eggs
I think that I will cook some of those Fried Pies
Enough to share with everyone on soup
Can you catch a whiff of those apples cooking?
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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