Sonnet - 38 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Sonnet - 38



Pepionkh's Cake would by his Slice redeem
To serve his Scribe by Age commemorate
As how his Recipe by Culture seem
Place Sesame as Fine Sprinkle's Rebate
Though burned this Hour's Fourty Thousand Years
Yet able to Pursue its Essence in-Scroll
Though admit his Feline's Dipper salt his Tears
Which Bees do hover their Flavours at all
By Citrus, then, should his Stamps imprint
To allow our Judges by Legacy revive
A Trend which began our Sugar-Tooth's Mint
As Pleasure our Taste sprouts truly Alive.
Blame the Oven, then, though Clay its Resort
Of Earth with Subtle Spice seal its Report.

Saturday, October 3, 2015
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Xavier Mandreza

Xavier Mandreza

Makati City, Philippines
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