Bummer

BUMMER The last sad day of June my true love said goodby She packed a bulging overnight and baked an apple pie We had a hearty dinner then but scarce a word was uttered The steak was tough as shoe leather stale bread left unbuttered I asked her for a farewell kiss her eyelids how they fluttered “I shore shore shore will miss ya, Bess.” I blubbered and I stuttered She paid my sadness little mind but scooped an apple with her spoon I watched the juice run down her chin while mentioning our honeymoon “Oh, Bess, we had such happy days remember all the golden hours?” She winced right smart and spit a gob “This apple pie is SOUR!"