Potluck Dinner

Come waltz around the diner's hall with me where scents of ginger pie can spice your lust when you behold my sister's flaky crust and slather pie with ample hunks of brie. A dinner fraught with traps we can't foresee; the pie you crave turns bitter as you chew, its texture coats your tongue until you spew and slather pie with ample hunks of brie. The hostess, quick with cups of ginger tea will pound your back and push you out the door while I pretend you're one we must ignore and slather pie with ample hunks of brie. Come waltz around the diner's hall with me and slather pie with ample hunks of brie.