Ladyfingers

We find them now and again at the grocery shoppe
At the end of the aisle during berry harvests
Or, perhaps at will by the frozen artificial toppings
A tempting treat for all.

Oh, Ladyfingers
Such a treat
We must have them
Please, please please

Last night, I awoke to screaming children
Arguing over s'mores in their ladyfingers
It is good - tis not, the dining room esconced with tiny flames
The smoke alarm unplugged, gray fumes from miniature marshmallows
inside a small pool of chocolate bits in ladyfingers.
Some say that ladyfingers are best on hands.

Oh, Ladyfingers
Such a delight
We must eat them
In the middle of the night

Source: Charisma Shadow poetry, Angie Grey, poetry poem website