I'M Sorry

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