Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

The Custard

Let me tell you a short story
A tale of long ago
When mother was a teenage bride
One who loved her man so

His mother always made dessert
Different everyday
Mother wanted to please her man
That she did in all ways

Mother decided to make a pie
Simple egg custard
She had all the ingredients
For this she's not flustered

She went to work stirring the mix
Then popped in the oven
They would eat like the very rich
Food for a whole dozen

When done it was loose and runny
A great disappointment
Mom threw it fast under the house  
A very sad moment

Young ladies don't give up or despair
If you make a mistake
For my mother turned out to be 
Sought after for her cakes

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Plentitude of Pies
Theme: Pies

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Dr.Ram Mehta December 9, 2014 at 8:44 AM Lovely piece, congrats on the win, sara

Brenda Meier-Hans December 8, 2014 at 11:32 PM Congratulations on your win Sara. Thanks for sharing this wonderful tale of your mother with us.

Roy Jerden December 8, 2014 at 2:14 PM I never understood the expression "easy as pie". A great pie crust requires blood, sweat, and tears before you master it, not to mention getting the filling right! Congratulations!

Richard Lamoureux December 8, 2014 at 12:39 PM ha ha, love it. Congrats!

Jan Allison December 8, 2014 at 11:31 AM guess we all have culinary disasters but we learn from them - great write:-) Hugs jan xx

Sheri Fresonke Harper December 8, 2014 at 10:40 AM Sara, I bet the cakes tasted good, thanks for the unhappy pie experience turned good. Thanks for entering the pie contest, truly wonderful submissions sent in, congratulations on your win.

Gail Debole October 21, 2014 at 6:14 PM Solid poem with a solid piece of advice. Liked the way you presented this story in poetic form. Enjoy reading!

Carolyn Devonshire October 21, 2014 at 3:42 PM It takes time to develop the skills of a pie maker, Sara. I bet your own pies are delicious with all fresh ingredients. New brides make lots of mistakes like this one. My mother claimed that as a newlywed she once used soap flakes instead of potato flakes. My father said nothing until she ate some herself. Love the humor in your poem! (Surely the bride didn't find it funny though.) There's still hope we can all learn to bake. Best wishes in the contest! Love, Carolyn

Bl Devnath October 21, 2014 at 2:15 PM Very nice poem enjoyed from you. Good luck in the contest, my sweet friend. Loved always,bl

Daver Austin October 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM Hope her pies improved as well. A delicious treat, Sara. Thanks for reading my stuff. Love, daver

Barbara Gorelick October 21, 2014 at 9:41 AM My garbage disposal has seen many failures..back then I guess you had to "throw it under the house"..An adorable piece. BG

Anne-Lise Andresen October 21, 2014 at 6:44 AM - Lovely poem from a while back .... enjoyable to read - Luck in contest, Sara !!- Have a nice day :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop October 21, 2014 at 6:04 AM Lovely poem dear lady.This reminds me of the first time I cooked Clamari(squid) for my husband.Didnt know I had to clean them from inside.I filled them on the intestines and We ate them ' : ).Tnks God no food poisoning.Twelve yrs later and cooking is my passion B-)..So great advice .How are you dear?