When I Was A Mince Pie
Christmas Poetry ~ on the lighter side of life
Published in
Dec 9, 2020
When I was a mince pie
I could not be defined,
I was passed around like others
Often much too sweet inside.
So I found new ingredients
Broke flour and sugar rules,
As people took advantage
Now my citrus filling is cool.
A fun and fancy recipe
I’m not one you’ll forget,
But if you’re cream you bury me
Good riddance to self-respect.
© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.
