Remembering Profiteroles

Just as the taste buds tingle
Just as the tongue licks twice
Just as the tummy says, 'Room for more!'
Just as the brain says, 'Nice!'
Just as the bowl tips further
for the chomping to go on and on
That's when the spoon stops scraping
as the pudding says, 'Sorry. All gone!'

poem © Celia Warren 2013

Weather's back to grey wetness today, so it's a blip born of desperation!

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