A Poem About Death
On Dying
Let me die
of apple crisp.
– Bryan Pfeiffer
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— Bryan
Let me die
of apple crisp.
– Bryan Pfeiffer
More poetry please. Poetry about food is excellent!
Love the poem and I’m still waiting to hear how not to look at a Yellow-rumped Warbler
Love the poem, but I’m still waiting to find out how not to look at a Yellow-rumped Warbler.
I am so sharing this with my students. Short, and oh so sweet.
Being less witty than others but appreciating their responses, I’ll just say, ” love it!”
Just kidding, Apple crisp is mind-boggling and superior chaos.
You are the apple crisp of my eye
… and you, my dear, put the sugar in apple and the crackle in crisp! (Sorry, folks.)
Apple crisp is the apple pie for slackers, and therefore less excellent.
… but a good way to go nonetheless. Besides, I aspire to slackerdom.