Fresh Tarts


I found my own niche,

my slice of the pie,

cutting up kitsch,

dumped Sweet Low—baked high

Or do I mean quiche?

Or tart a la mode?

I don’t know, sheesh,

all 3, I suppose.

Now life’s wedge of cake,

peace of refinest,

I’m Marie Antionette

–call me: Her Highness.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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