APPLE PIE MADNESS*
Such an apple pie as never was
Baked to perfection
Apples piled high with sugar ‘cos
Of soft browned fruit infection.
When seated in their place of office
Robed in pastry so fine
Placed in the oven not the hottest
I awaited this creation of mine.
Now carefully timed not a second more
I gentry open the oven door
Such a masterpiece I never saw
Here was a baker who knew the score…
Till I dropped the bastard all over the floor!
*First published in THE COMING OF THE GIANTS (Mitre Press)
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