Sweet as Apple Pie

January 17, 2008
She bustled throughout the kitchen,
Sweet, rosy and plump she was.
She sang a jolly tune to the rhythm
Of the dizzy egg beater.

The elderly woman began to slice
Ripe, juicy, green apples
Into stunning, crisp, delicate slices.
She then slowly stirred a cup of caramelized sugar
Into the collection of the tangy fruit.

Her eyes were the color of cinnamon,
Her tongue was overwhelmed
With a taste so warm and sweet.
She began slowly dancing in circles,
And rested upon plump apple slices.

She was sweet as her warm apple pie.

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