by Gary Maclean

Created on: September 03, 2009   Last Updated: January 20, 2010

PUMPKIN PIE

I smell pumpkin pie
That can only mean one thing
Either its thanksgiving
Or autumn has begun to sing

It's too bad its such a rarity
A desert of pumpkin pie
Only once or twice a year
Leaves me to question why

The smooth brownish filling
Oven hot and full of spice
The flaky warm crust
Makes me want another slice

Each year at this time
We look forward to the treat
Mom, make two, no three
Make enough for us all to eat

Why must we wait for autumn?
To partake in such a wonder
Why not all year long
In rain, snow, or thunder

I wasn't hungry before
But now all the talk of pie
Makes me want a piece of pumpkin
I want it now, I wonder why

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