Ode to Apple* Slice

When I was a girl, so small and wee,

My family would visit the bakery.

My father would lean down to my height,

And ask me which sweet treat I'd like.

Now Dad, he liked the chocolate eclair, 

And this is a fondness I still do share.

But yet, another treat won out,

My mother and I, as one, would shout:

Apple Slice! Apple Slice!

Perhaps two squares would be quite nice!

The apple so sweet, the sugary pastry 

That crumbles so badly, but's oh so tasty!

Today I gave it a red hot go,

And baked and apple slice - although

I didn't have any apples about, 

So I used pears.  Now there's no doubt

That my results - though not precise

In replicating that Apple Slice,

Were still delicious, and I dare say

They'll appear in my kitchen again someday.

xx Leah