A Tale of Pudding Lane
Late at night I walked homeDown the dark black laneIn the soft reflected moonlightI saw on the grass vergeSomeone had left a Strawberry CheesecakeI muttered under my breathCan’t trust the purity or how long theTreat had sat in sunlightA few yards later a Key Lime PieMy taste buds wateringAnd again a few steps furtherAn Apple CrumbleAnd I thought to myselfThis lane is strangely deserted