by Mike Prowse

Created on: September 12, 2009

THAT PIE WILL MAKE YOU DIE!

I ran to the kitchen just in time to see,

There stood my grandma making something for me.

I found a chair to stand on and have a look,

I knew it would be good, she was an excellent cook.

To my surprise a pumpkin met my face,

It wasn't halloween, so it seemed out of place.

I looked inside, but saw nothing there,

My grandma had cleaned out everything but the air!

Seeing my look she began to say,

Just what it was she was making that day.

With a flip of a hand she opened her cook book,

So I could see the picture, to take a real good look.

The words seemed unfamiliar to my eye,

How does one turn a pumpkin in to a pie?

My grandma laughed, told me to sit and take a break,

To just simply watch while she gave it shape.

Before my eyes a pumpkin pie was built,

The smell of which made my head tilt!

Off to the oven the pie then went,

Increasing still the delicious scent.

Soon it was done and out to cool,

The very sight of it made me drool.

I quietly sneaked away and got a spoon,

Ready to eat it all too soon.

As quick as a cat I felt my grandmother's hand,

It seemed my pie eating plan was being banned.

"You won't eat that pie, not now, not yet",

I looked in her eyes and could see the threat!

But stubborn as a mule I pressed on,

Telling her that when she blinked the pie would be gone.

She smiled and looked at me in that grandmother way,

Telling me again that I had to stay away.

When I asked why I couldn't eat that pie,

She simply said, "It's because you will die."

Shocked and amazed I looked at her face,

But couldn't find a hint of a lie on that space.

She got up and left, and told me to be good,

I then did what any kid would.

I got back my spoon and ran to the pie,

But couldn't dig in, I was too afraid to die.

With a head hung low I put back the spoon,

The smell of the pie still making me swoon.

"What if she's right?" I thought in my head,

If I eat that pie, I'll be good as dead!

With a heavy heart and empty belly,

That pie made my legs like jelly.

I trusted my grandma, I really did,

If the pie is so dangerous, it must be hid!

I grabbed the pie and ran to the door,

Opened it quick and threw the devil out the door!

I was a hero, a prince, I saved the day,

Boy oh boy, did I ever pay.

When grandma found her pie in front of the house,

Her snarl made me hide like a mouse.

In she came, her face a glisten,

Asking me furiously why I didn't listen!

I said I did, and that the danger was the pie,

I didn't want her or I to die!

Her look softened and she scooped me up,

Patting my head like a little pup.

"Come with me!" she said with a smile,

"Making another pie is going to take awhile."

So there we stood, pumpkins and all,

Me being assured that this time, I could indeed eat it all!

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