Cream Tart Poem by David Harris

Cream Tart

Rating: 4.5


My name is wolfy
and I get all hairy
when the wolf bane blooms
under a full moon.
I do a transformation
and become a real wild thing
I go to all the places
where the wild ones hang out.
I get to be a bit of a dog
when there is food about
and really get tucked in.
You can tempt me anytime
with a cream tart.
Yeah, I know what your saying
too much sweet stuff isn’t for you,
but this wolfy has a sweet tooth
and he’ll devour anything,
so long as it is sweet.
I used to be a lean machine
until I was seduced
by a big cream tart,
that did it I’m afraid
and this wolfy lost his heart.


10 September 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marilyn Lott 10 September 2009

Yum yum, how I would love a cream tart right at this moment! A delicious poem with a delicious topic. '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn

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Carol Gall 10 September 2009

oh poor wolfy lol lost his heart to a tart

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Stephen Stirk 10 September 2009

It's everyones weakness. We've just come back from a short break in Scarborough, and I can't recall whether we were served by a big cream tart, or whether we actually ate one. Loved it Steve

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