My fabled flight to the fabulous East …..
brought, to me, a delicious dessert feast.
At daughter's in-laws I had cran-apple pie.
At daughter's, two Dutch apple pie; no lie.
At Karl's I had pecan pie, also "double",
and frozen yogurt there caused no trouble.
Let's not forget the McDonalds custard;
just one cone just don't ‘cut the mustard'.
Stops in Rochester brought to me more treats.
The more Bri (that's me) saw, the more he eats.
Apple pie and ice cream with Don and Jan;
I ate it quickly, as fast as this Bri-guy can.
Three buffet visits kept me dessert-healthy;
with ice cream and cake I was so wealthy.
A "frozen yogurt shop" visit was Jana's treat;
four small portions, different flavors, I did eat.
Then alone last night (with juice and meat) ……
brownie-cheesecake made my meal complete.
But despite the many sweets I did, this trip, seize,
I managed, into my westbound flight, to squeeze.
Yes, Bri's stomach and bowels met the true test,
but for a while at least, from desserts they'll rest.
(Sept.20 & 22)
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