Didnt You Want Your Beans All Over Your Pie

Based on a regular real time experience by my father Wednesday, The best day of week – in terms of meals at least. The canteen serves a pie, It contains some sort of meat, Perhaps some vegetables as well, Its cheap, its tasty, its filling and it enables me to reject my wife’s meal that evening, One thing spoils my lunch, however It spoils it full and full The baked beans that are served as a partner to the pie, Are deposited over it, By a dollop of carelessness from the lady server, What makes it worse still is her adjoining comment “Didn’t you want your beans all over your pie?” I cant really object, She has done her job, Sort of, Every week this happens, Perhaps the next week she will remember I enjoy a recluse pie, Totally separate from the beans, One day she was replaced by a younger woman, Perhaps I can have a dry pie at last, “Hello”, I said “Pie with beans please” With a smile, my pie appeared on a large plate, It looked delightful – brown fluffy pastry, ready to be eaten She picked up the spoon from the pool of beans, With a scoop and a wet deposit Splosh! “Oh….didnt you want your beans all over your pie?”