On Friday, I reviewed a scrumptious, cake, and pastry-filled picture book called The Bake Shop Ghost by Jacqueline Ogburn. As promised, the poem I wrote for today is filled, like the story, with delectable delights!
Imagine opening the door to a quaint, pastry shop. A bell rings as you peek inside and swoon over the sweet smells that wrap around you. Involuntarily, your eyes close, and you inhale deeper than you’ve ever breathed in before. Slowly, you pace yourself, as you stroll from one end of the gleaming, glass case to the far end, reading each hand-lettered label beside the platters of treats. The lady in the ruffled apron holds a pink, paper box and asks, “What would you like today?”
You can’t take your eyes off of the sugared violets atop the chocolate truffles or the row of cream-filled eclairs and sugar-dusted jelly bismarcks. Your inner child answers, “I’d like everything, please.”
Welcome to The Pastry Shop.
THE PASTRY SHOP
I’d like a cookie from that bowl
and one thick slice of jelly roll.
I can’t resist those macaroons
or chocolate, crescent, frosted moons.
A molded pig from marzipan
and one small square of cherry flan.
Shortbread, cream puffs, almond rounds,
frosted cookie circus clowns.
Next, I’ll try that lemon tart,
peach-filled torte, and berry heart.
And oh! Behind that apple pie,
is that a chocolate cake I spy?
Just one bite (maybe two),
of gobs of butter frosting goo.
I wish I hadn’t seen that cake,
because now I’ve got a belly ache.
by Leslie Leibhardt Goodman
I would love it if you would share your favorite dessert in the comments or just say hello.
See you next Friday!