I can't breathe well
For I have been wrapped
Now, I am trapped...

I am usually sweet,
But sometimes I come sour,
Most often crunchy, though now
I've been sliced,
Sprinkled profusely
With sugar and spices.
Occasionally, I am latticed,
But today, I've been topped,
Adorned with slits
Which doesn't help one bit,
For I could hardly vent.

What goes on next
I can't stand any longer.

There's hot air escaping,
Still, I can't very well breathe,
For I have been wrapped,
I am inevitably trapped...

I am now a perfect circle,
Steaming hot...smelling good...
Soon to be sliced, served, eaten...
I am a plate of freshly baked
Apple Pie...




Sally

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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan