It was a fine Thanksgiving holiday, marked by good food, good company, and another glorious win over That Team Up North. But as the weekend drew to a close, one last piece of culinary temptation remained, to remind me of one of my weaknesses: I’m helpless in the presence of pumpkin pie.
Last Piece Of Pie Lament
O get thee gone, last piece of pie!
I can’t resist you and I don’t know why!
I’ve gobbled taters, stuffing and turkey
So much the details seem quite murky.
Yet still with you temptation remains
And once more my willpower strains.
Is it the spice, or the moistened crust
That reduces my resolve to dust?
Or the sweet memory of pies gone by
That causes the impulse I can’t deny?
Whate’er it is, I know I’ll succumb
And have to finish every crumb.
You’ve won again, and your crusty ilk
So now I’ll eat you with a glass of milk.