ode to a tart

what a tart!
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as i am about demonstrate, verse is not my forte and i rarely rhyme, and then only reluctantly.
so what, you exclaim, would cause to me to wax lyrical?
the answer, gentle reader, is a tart.

now far be it from me, a mere visitor to this fair city, to advise the citizens of ashfield on culinary matters. judging by the number and range of restaurants, cafés and other food outlets in this area, you are experts all, and my doctorate is in fine arts not fine tarts. your council has employed me to make art, not to eat tart. i am the artist in residence, not the tartist in residence.

but i can keep silent no longer on a topic close to my ... erm ... heart : i am an amateur, but my research has been extensive, and i have consulted an independent expert from victoria who agrees with my findings : i have found a great tart which i am moved to celebrate in text and image

so i give you, without further ado : my ode to a tart

good citizens of the ashfield
i beseech you : tarry not!
living amongst you is a pastry maker fine,
in the pleasant suburb of summer hill is his small shop
and a mere two dollars and cents ninety nine
he charges for this creation fine :
a tart of pear and ricotta with caramelized sugar topped

(be sure to serve at room temperature)