Not a Lie

If I were asked to pick a food

Dessert, just to be clear

That I would take the form of now

And live as for a year

Then I would think for time and Time

About the treats I know

Sweet ice cream folded succulent

And maple line to snow

Then, of course, there's fruity pie

We each have one we like

With filling, crust, we cut a piece

I'd do that for a Klondike bar

And how could I forget desserts

That smatter smooth on tables

Brownies, cookies, fudge and such

Baked as sweet as fables

But all of these desserts are easy

Common comfort treats

What about those lemon bars?

Or cherries red as beets?

Hmm why have I yet to think

About exotic fare?

Treacle tarts, white chocolate mousse

Aren't found just anywhere

Peanut butter snatched on spoons

Hot cocoa tipped auspicious

To call these household goods dessert

May seem a bit suspicious

My favorite! Oh! Is Créme Brulee!

With sugar burnt atop

And rich raspberries on the edge

It fills my dreams, it's hard to stop

But out of all yummy desserts

Luscious, sticky, smitten

I think that I would answer 'Cake'

Because it is the one dessert

About which poetry is written

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy!
Is there a genre at the crossroads of Food, Humour and Stupidity?!
Written the week of 17 June through 24 June

Reviews

[Craba]

Wow, this is quite an amazing read, I enjoyed this