Friday poem
- dtmillerlexky
- Jun 16, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Jul 31, 2023
I'm posting an original poem every Friday for a year. This is 16/52 (I think).
Baked Goods and the Decline of Western Civilization
The sign on the cafe window promised Fresh Pie.
The dry wedge set before me clearly didn't qualify.
I protested. The waitress drawled,
"Oh honey, that's just what it's called."
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