Tirasumi Pine Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Tiramisu cupcakes, torte and all
then meander to the Mall,
take in crumbs and bourbon cream
marvel at the centre seam,
petals of the softest silk
thinking of the freshest milk,
licking lips for distant times
thinking lemons, quinces, limes,
more saliva, heaven's nog
silly posture, it's a frog!
Eyeballs bulging nostrils burn
taking all and each will learn.
Say peruse and not pursue
magnet's force and tasty dew.