Strawberry blonde
buried in a flaky pastry bed.
Rumple her silver foil covers;
place her in a toaster tanning bed
and activate florescent red.
In a matter of seconds,
a golden brown goddess,
a sugary star.
She’s my lickable,
lovable,
biteable
Pop Tart.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
d’Verse | Pop Goes The Quadrille (#181)-44 words “pop” included
Artwork: Jesse Maccabe





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