.3. Flakey Poem by David Threadgold

Why do we have flaky pastry?
With layer upon layer of fresh air
That crumbles like greasy confetti
And stick to the clothes that you wear

Often a shortage on filling
Is lost in a huge crispy shell
Of eighty percent air plus pasty
That can’t fill you up very well

I’m not sure I like flaky pastry
When greasy flakes stick to my chin
And eating fresh air makes me hungry
That’s why I’m now looking so thin


© 2008 David Threadgold
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