Banana pie was childhood’s sweet treat
That for special occasions we would eat
But only on the first day
Would the fruit looking nice stay
So perhaps that is why it was rare
That we would indulge in this sweet fare

This is day seven of the Intro to poetry challenge where the prompt is flavor. I made it short in case I had the time to make it a found poem (which can be like the ransom note assembling the media from other places). This is one of those flavors I love from childhood and as an adult as well