A LEMON MERINGUE PIE ©By Becky My aunt gave a tea one day when I was four I watched the ladies all come through the door They each carried a sweet, a cake or maybe a pie When I saw the Lemon Meringue, thought I'd die Now that was a vice I have never out grown I'll tell you my tale and you'll know why I groan Each time I see that pie, Yum says my brain But my behind starts to hurt with such great pain While my Mama and Aunt Cille and ladies too Were chatting and gossiping I had nothing to do With a new black and white TV in the corner there Had a cooking show but my interest was elsewhere Now my Aunt she had all the newfangled things She had a toilet that flushed and a kettle that sings A machine that picks up the dirt while it roars And fancy curtains on all her new glass doors Excused to leave and wander around the house No one thought much of it I was like a mouse No sound did I make as I kept making rounds Again pass the Dining Room where the mounds Of Desserts were placed at just about head high For me it was a temptation and I'd just sigh Little eyes longing and I'd sidle past the display I can't count how may times I flushed that day It is a wonder there was water in the well still I had to have an excuse to leave, wander at will To keep on wandering from room to room The sweets on the table they would then loom Especially that pie at the edge of the table If I could just reach it and I was just able That pie with the meringue piled up so high It looked so good I could just about cry I finally gave in and gave my finger it's chance I dipped a little of it each time I would prance By the table, I thought no one would find out I just took a little and would then turn about Dip in again on the way back to the meeting I really didn't feel I could be actually cheating And finally it was time for the ladies to eat They came in the room, that is when my seat First started to hurt when I see a meringue pie In front of all those ladies I felt I would die My aunt upended me, and tore up my rear Cause I had ruined the pie, I really paid dear Where a pretty Lemon Meringue Pie had been A dish of yellow stuff in a pie shell, what a sin For I had snuck all the meringue from the top Of that beautiful pie but I just couldn't stop Many times through the years I have thought Of that meringue pie and of how I got caught Sneaking a little here and a little there will Finally catch up with you, I remember it still Belljoye December 30, 1999 Return To The Becky Collection Or To World Wide Wonders