Gone With the Pie
GONE WITH THE PIE
I’m not a gourmet of any exclusive kind,
but strangely enough I don’t know why
of all confectioneries I preferentially find
the most lovable one is the juicy apple pie.
At the Christmas time not a long time ago
succulent apple pie I had decided to bake.
All special choices my family had to forgo,
for I won the war for my love wasn’t fake.
With my venerable baking acumen at stake
all the ingredients I had carefully chosen
for an adorable pie I had to earnestly bake
in the glowing heart of my trusted oven.
What went so wrong I didn’t understand,
I was betrayed by the oven I believed blind.
As the burnt apple pie crumpled in my hand
I saw my scorched love gone with the wind.
December 13, 2018
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