Dainty Pie

The tate buds flip flop.

The flavour in the pie

the smell that emanates

greatly igniting the wish

wanting to savour it  in deviates

tasting it bit by bit

let not in one go

well as it lies there closely knit

devoured by many in a flow

the aroma  keeps my nostrils panting

while my taste buds flip-flop

I stand in the queue wanting

seeing the layer in top

being swapped in gently

entering smoothly into the throat

it being a dish of dainty

that would melt in the mouth  as a float

Oh! the dish is making me ravenous

as waiting increases the  appetite even more.

dainty pie








By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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