Mudpies
My,
How the time does fly!
He passed out mud-passion pies,
in flavors cherry sweet and strawberry ooze,
take your pick girls,
watch him,
watch him cruise.
Lady's loved to croon
his name,
they had no way to know,
to him it was just a game.
A chameleon at heart
without rhyme or reason...
A good time for the baker's dozen
delivered in sugared-mud pie delight,
never out of season
he flavored each one, just right.
Cynthia
Sept. 22, 2011
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