ODE TO PIEROGI
What golden goodness awaits me on the plate Succulent morsels oozing with fruit and cheese Float in a savory pool. I don’t need a fork. Crusty bits of heaven call me to the table Tiny packages of mushroom bliss Rise like crescent moons over the butter sea. Don’t get in my way. The perfume rises and tickles my nose Little pies in the baker’s shop window Seduce the hungry to feed. Hey, that one’s mine! Cherry, potato, onion and kraut Lie beneath your sautéed skin Open up, here it comes On second thought, get your own.