Frank Poems: JUST DESSERTS

The story was knickerbocker glory
Until my eye fell on apple pie,
Only to flit to the rough and tumble
Of rhubarb crumble, the bilateral wit
Of banana split, a big scrumptious plate
Of carrot cake, or maybe savourer
Une crème brûlée or perhaps take a plunge
Into treacle sponge or a bountiful
Bowl of fruit trifle, indulge in a dream
Of Vienna ice cream, or gluey but good
Sticky-toffee pud, or thinking it over
Perhaps some pavlova or lemon meringue
To give life a tang, but much as I tried
I couldn’t decide. So what to have after
Looked rather rum baba, until seeing you
I instantly knew: the dessert I deserved
Was your tiramisu.

BBC Good Food

30/07/2022

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