"mississippi Mud/Flood"
My desserts not by special rules
The cause of many mouths of drools
My special pie is a` La Mode
Makes finicky taste buds explode
Now my Mississippi mud
Why, it brings a mosaic flood
Then there’s my Peach cobbler
Many a big tummy wobblier
Now there is my pie of raisin
Surely to draw much praising
Why not ice cream your Apple pie
Just go on to heaven and die
Let me tell you, my Cherry cheese
I never stump a toe, or sneeze
My cheesecakes, never a fake
My critics in their boots quake
Now let me proceed to make
You my German chocolate cake
For my dear Cherokee momma
Never did used store bought drama
I learn from mom, you all know
She brought my brown eyes to glow
The how of my special desserts
Pleases so very much it hurts
With my scrumptious dessert
Taste buds desire more than just flirt
Bringing your lust to a pitch
You certainly need bring a switch
For: Dreamy Desserts
Sponsored By: Linda-Marie Bariana
4th Placement
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