Oh, Creme Brulee,
you’re rich and luscious, yet, unjust;
for thin but sturdy hardened crust
protects you, eh?
variety: the spice of life
you’re fun, but it cuts like a knife
That I share you.
My Chocolate Cake,
From your deep scent, temptation drips
you mezmerize, not eyes, but lips
my fast I break.
Sweet Apple Pie,
so homely, cozy, warm and sweet
You’re wholesome, unlike cake, to eat;
you fill me up, with globs of bliss
you’re always there when life’s amiss
my passion may be quite flaky,
but you’re inviting as can be,
Fate: you and I
flaky: eccentric, unconventional(dictionary.com)
A poem about dessert…
…that isn’t actually about dessert