Deep Fried Mince Pie Dreams

Deep fried dreams in a bubbling lake, sugar dust storms that I can't

shake, golden crust wrapped tight, like a hug on a plate.

Oh, the smell, it's a twist of fate. Deep fried mince

pies, oh my, oh my. Sizzle sings as they kiss

the sky. Take a bite, feel the butterfly. Deep fried mince pies,

don't ask me why. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Pastry whispers, secrets untold, filling warm like a story bold, spiced up nights

in a crispy fold. Heaven's hiding in the fryer's hold.