The nicest treat I know by far?
A piece of Cretan baklava.
The filo pastry that they bake
With flavour locked in every flake,
All wrapped around a chopped-nut core
To leave your taste-buds crying “More!”
And that’s not mentioning, of course,
The way it’s drenched in honey sauce
That makes this most delicious treat
So decadently, sinful sweet.
A most hardworking lady friend
Now licks each finger’s sticky end
Then swallows every tasty crumb
That’s still adhering to her thumb.
She then with confidence asserts
It means she’s had her just desserts.
