I must wait for it to be on my plate. My mouth is watering just for a taste. Layered with fruit is something that I hate; it must be chocolate, or it is a waste--
Oh so creamy, ooey-gooey goodness on a graham cracker base that melts my face. I take a bite into crunchy smoothness; I eat so quickly that I win the race.
Now it is gone, and I feel so complete. I go to bed and dream of another. I wake up hungry, and it’s time to eat. Hoping for a slice, I beg my mother.
She says,“Cheesecake is not a morning food.” But I know that, any time, cheesecake is good
The inspiration for this piece, according to Emma Welter from Regina High school, was "My excitement for Cheesecake Factory. When I wrote this poem, I was going to get to eat cheesecake at the end of the week."
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