ODE TO THE POPOVERS MODERATELY EATEN, OUR DAYS TO SWEETEN

 

ODE TO THE POPOVERS MODERATELY EATEN, OUR DAYS TO SWEETEN

Popover popover dark cherry laden

Bursting at seams

With pastry gleams

Of light brushed butter and sugar

And featherlight light

As angelical air

Keep us from despair

from trifles and cares

besetting us daily

lest we not go gaily

along the square

Or apricot ripe or peach perfect bright

Whatever your filling

We’re more than just willing, with kiwi or berries

to be made so merry

To nibble a little, light icing, no quibble

At your magic crust o we simply must

Or royalty’s crumbs in the oozing of plums

All purple and gold

In your pastry folds

Like the end of the day

In sunset display we survey

On our late teatime plate.

And sweetly say YAY! May I have another one?

mary angela douglas 28 august 2024;29 august 2024