A Poem for my Beloved
Applesauce, Applesauce, Oh how I love thee, Applesauce.
Sliced and diced, smashed and mashed,
A sprinkle of cinnamon, or swirls of sugar, ahhhh tis perfection!
Sweet and soft, squishy and squashy.
In a wee container thee is packaged, a twinkling of heaven for the tongue.
Flip a foiled lid, uncover a royal treat, oh joy be sung.
My, My, My, a dollop of chastened cream to cause delight.
So light, so mild, yet, restrained by a great viscosity.
In my dreams, endless waterfalls of thee,
Lest they be reality. Oh what joy that would bring to me.
Yet a plastic spoon had ripped thee from me.
But I’ll always know you are inside of me
Oh how I love thee, applesauce.
I Like to untie knots.