Millefeuille and Croissants

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The crescent gives its flakiness to teeth.

The leaves and butter touch the tongue raised up

To saintliness.  Saint Mary’s bridal wreath

Could not be warmer to the soul.  You cup

The pastry in your mouth and meditate

Upon it.  Christ once thought, ‘‘Millefeuille!’’

The first and foremost reason to create

The cosmos was to make the mouth feel glee

With thousand leaves of pastry holiness.

Bavaria and Austria and France

Were made by God to counter lowliness

Of baking in the nations with no chance.

The failing ice cream makers all lost out.

The flaky pastry makers make the pout.

~ Phillip Whidden