Serve chilled, with enough whipped cream to adequately smother
A love poem
Oh Pumpkin Pie, how you delight Your golden hue, how it excites I could eat you for breakfast, dinner and lunch I often do, you’re so easy to munch! Above all others, this season is yours But unlike other pies, (who sometimes bore) You’re never dull and you’re always great You’re always the helping I’m GLAD I ate In my lattes you make my heart sing As a dessert you’re better than anything Whipped cream is your perfect match Put you two on a plate and there goes! Down the hatch You’re best when made by Mom’s loving hands Fresh out of the oven, golden, in high demand This year, as I’m far away from the home fires I bought you at CostCo, (where we get big soap and cheap tires) You were the size of a Pizza, but promised fresh-baked Even if you were bad, six bucks for pie isn’t faked But you were delicious, a taste revelation You also rescued my “bring a dish” obligation Plus at bulk size, there’s another happy treatYour leftovers are in my fridge, so I’m gonna go eat
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