Ode To A Tart

So I went to lunch with my boss
Assuming dessert to be a part.
But we got talking about business
And I forgot to order my tart.

The tart stayed on my mind
So I went and bought a pretty one.
But when I asked my friend for a photo
He ate it and again I had none.

So here I sit sadly tartless
Such is the story of my life.
Anyone know of a tart maker
That I can take for a wife?

(Thanks to Sue for the lunch and chat, and to Martin for the picture and, oh, for EATING MY TART!)