Pie To Die For
I once ate an entire pecan pie,
I didn’t save a piece for you, I didn’t even try.
It was the kind with pecans in a design across the top,
Once I started in on it, it seemed I could not stop.
The custard in the center had a taste of sweet aged bourbon,
The flaky crust around it held it tight just like a turban.
But the thing about this pie that would not let me budge,
Was a very thin perfect layer of gooey chocolate fudge.
I’m not sure just who it was that first conceived of this kind of pie,
But if you eat an entire one there’s a good chance that you could die.
So I pledge to help protect you from your possible demise,
I volunteer right here and now to eat all future pecan pies.
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