Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Dessert

It's sweet and fluffy, rich and tall.
This fine dessert can cream them all.
It's only seven layers high,
This chocolate peanut butter pie.

The whipped cream makes a mound on top.
Once you start, you'll never stop.
Chocolate columns, peanut piles,
This perfect pie is simply wild.

I take a large decadent bite,
But the end of my slice is nowhere in sight.
I drop my fork and start to sigh.
I've been whipped by a small slice of pie.

If you're not drooling, then there's something wrong with you.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 16, 2009 at 5:22 PM

    Then there must be something wrong with me... peanut butter--YUCK! It sounds just as yummy as pickles-n-icecream with spinnich{sp}... :P

    But i love the poem... made it sound like a HUGE pie- but yet ended with only a small slice.:D

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  2. AnonymousApril 10, 2009 at 10:41 PM

    Dear Awesome Poet who's creative mind never ceases,

    That poem was pretty sweet...LITERALLY! I wasn't drooling because I don't like peanut butter but I know people who would be drooling DEFINETLY!!! Even if I don't like the pie, that poem was one of my favorites! Keep on writing... skilled writer of poems:)



    your secret fan

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