Sweetie Pie (A Jilted Woman's Christmas Poem)
by Estel Lyons


I ate the pie I made for you
and didn't share a bite

You were busy, had things to do
that snowy Christmas night

I held the tartlet to my mouth
and bit the pastry crisp
the insides oozed warm cinnamon
upon my waiting lips

The sweetness rolled across my tongue
it lingered there awhile
I licked the last flakes from my thumb,
leaned back and had to smile

No guilt had I, that peaceful night
for my contentious deed
No broken heart
this Queen of Tarts knows better now you see

That's how quick - with just one lick
I did you in my sweet
Alas, another suitor...mincemeat






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