Eap-Good Cook
My mother was the very best cook
In the beginning though she was not
And the very first pie she cooked got
In the house hidden out of sight in a pot
By the night thrown through floor pine knot
Inspired by Brian Strands but not an entry. I just wanted to see if I could write one.
(Mother said the first egg custard she made was all runny and she didn't want my father to
know that she messed up so she hid it for a while then poured it through the pine knot in the
floor. They were very poor living on a farm in a house without double flooring like today
and no rugs.)
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