Strudel

Something new, Gabe,You’ll wanna try,Even though,It’s not called pie.Gabe wants pie-Apple pie, No crisp, no kringle, Only pie. Cry, cry, cry.Why, Mom, why?Don’t want that stuff,Only pie. Peel, chop dice,Might entice?I don’t like that.You’re just not nice.Crispy, flaky, sugary doughApples, cinnamon, down below.Bake, and wait, whileSpicy scents come, overflow. Big ole’ sigh.Then blue eyes flyTo contemplateWhat’s not…