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I missed the NaPoWrMo start so I'll try to do 30 poems or 30 days. This poem is for kids. |
| Oh my! Oh my! Apple pies! Is what I'll bake or buy. As much as I wish or try For this desert I cry. As you can see Apples come from a tree. A piece for you and me Makes us smile, I'll guarantee. A flaky crust is really best Please make it now, I suggest With crossed pieces to ingest That is my pie request. Put ice cream on the top That will make me smile and hop I hope desserts don't stop Let our pie cool on the countertop. |