A generous slice of humble pie never did hurt no one
oh, it may smart a while, but it never really hurts...
when the heat starts to melt the cheese,
the thing to say is, May I have more, please?
When it's offered a la mode,
you dig right in to lighten your load.
If it's given in the face,
we must accept that with some grace.
If the taste is less than pleasing,
we learn to take a gentle teasing.
It may be served with fresh whipped cream
that's when you achieve the dream
but pie is pie, I'm here to say
have some served the humble way
About the Creator
Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.
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