What could be wrong
with a day that begins
with apple pie for breakfast
Skies may be gray
but there's something left over
that can brighten a day's prospectus.
It's a mix filled with apples
flaking crust and sweet sugar
it might lead to a slice that is reckless.
On the counter it waits,
calling out to be eaten.
risking enhancement near one's solar plexus.
But you promise yourself
to burn all of it off
with time on the treadmill in excess
Or, just dash off a poem
that surely will show 'em
apple pie's a most suitable breakfast.
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