I’m sorry that I burned the pie.
I’ve tried so hard to fix it.
I would have made another but
It is so hard to mix it.
I’ve scraped it and I’ve dusted it
And covered it with cream.
I hope it will be tasty and
A true pie lover’s dream.
So if you squint a little bit
When tasting that first bite,
You’ll hardly know that it was burned,
Though tasting scorched, a mite.
I was so tired of hearing of
Your mother’s perfect pies
That I thought I’d make one better
And cut hers down to size.
So now just take a little bite,
I’ll give you points for tryin’
And if you tell me it is good,
I’ll give you more for lyin’
lWon first place