Ode To The Popovers Moderately Eaten, Our Days To Sweeten Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

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 29 august 2024