Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Eating some punani pie.
He put in his thumb,
Pulled it out and said, "Yum!"
As he licked his finger dry.
It was succulently sweet
So he had plenty to eat.
He savored its scrumptiousness.
A gustatory delight!
It tasted just right.
So he relished in its lusciousness.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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