1. willow, said on February 10th, 2009 at 12:51 am:
I would die for your pie!
For I do not lie,
I dream of skies,
raining down with your pies,
And whenever I try,
to make a lucy pie,
My poor poor taste buds cry cry cry.
2. lucy, said on February 27th, 2009 at 7:08 pm:
So as not to be caught in a lie,
I must admit, yes I must try,
That this most wondrous dish was not mine.
The one responsible, hear me cry,
was none other than he to whom I am tied,
There I said it, it was Scott’s pie!
and low, my taste buds did cry cry cry.
(out of sheer delight)
I would die for your pie!
For I do not lie,
I dream of skies,
raining down with your pies,
And whenever I try,
to make a lucy pie,
My poor poor taste buds cry cry cry.
So as not to be caught in a lie,
I must admit, yes I must try,
That this most wondrous dish was not mine.
The one responsible, hear me cry,
was none other than he to whom I am tied,
There I said it, it was Scott’s pie!
and low, my taste buds did cry cry cry.
(out of sheer delight)