Dan The Danish Poem by Anthony Fortunato

Dan the Danish heads into town
buying pumpkins and flowers
whatever's around
Popping in and saying hello
to the baker
and farmer
that made him so

He loves his days
but has long sleepless nights
for all the friends he makes
it all seems quite trite
that he should live this lie
of being alive
when he's clearly a pastry
even in his own eyes
So he cries and he frets
till the dawns dew does come

calls Auntie Strudel
and it does help him some.
she tells him repeatedly
on a regular basis,
While you're only a strudel
you are kind and not tasteless
and any pastry with half a good batter
should know its the cheese inside
and not the flaky shell that matters.