A Delightful Tart
Tis a delightful tart Before putting it into mouth Yet it tastes no more delectable While almost entering into central Like a fancy stuffed flesh To be burned out but Teddy's bow (Remains) Now put on your gown Dry your eyes right away As the volume of the lay Gently turned down. And a moment y ou slow down The corner you turn around "Was that a delightful tart, Or my burned black heart?" Picture source: http://www.life123.com/food/baking/tarts/fresh-fruit-tarts.shtml