Thread: Peach Cobbler

I would crash through glass,
Even sit through Mass.
I'd walk in the rain,
Even endure pain,
For the sight of peach cobbler.


I could wake up at dawn,
I would even mow the lawn.
Rake leaves until two,
Who knows what I'd do,
For a bite of peach cobbler.


My face took a fist,
(I wish the bully missed)
I kicked him in the knee,
Because I had to flee,
For I could smell the peach cobbler.


There once was a day,
When I met a girl named Kay,
She was funny and smart,
But could only bake a tart,
For this boy, it's only peach cobbler.


I wish I knew how to bake,
That famous dessert I would make.
With no money, I had to steal,
In jail, sadness I feel.
I gave up my freedom for peach cobbler.


I need a moral for this story,
Something about fame and glory,
But for many years here I'll lie,
I punched a cook who offered pie,
For me, now there's no more peach cobbler.


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Please don't take this too seriously, it was a whimsical little
poem I wrote while eating... you guessed it.
However, as with any writing, all criticism is appreciated.

Thanks!
JRB

I feel like this could be a children's book! The repetition of "peach cobbler" at the end of each stanza instantly made me think of each one as a separate page of a little story. It kind of has that bouncy feel, and the repeated rhymes in each stanza make it really innocent and easygoing, other than the part about going to jail. But other than that, I suggest finding an illustrator and shipping it out to preschools around the nation

Hahaha I enjoy the full range of poetry, playful, somber, pensive, and even like expressing my fears. I hadn't even thought of the children-oriented side of this one.

Jail could work, with an unhappy face behind bars and people outside eating pie. The punching part, however, might need revised.

Thanks I really like the idea.

I agree, if you left off the punching part, this could be a very cute children's story.