A little honey pie 🥧


Tart

Oh my sweet
Your tart is cooked
It ever looks so pasty
You filled it up with sour things
It never can be tasty.

So my sugar
Slice it thin and serve
To me but one part
I am not hungry for your food
My appetites grown stark.

Oh my honey
Now your tart is cooked
I see how your heart
Is sadly rucked
Never to be straightened.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-29 at 04:45

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