Shoofly Pie Poem by Richard D Remler

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Aunt Dotty made a Shoofly Pie
She kindly sent our way.
It was a pie I did not want to try,
All dark and foul and gray.

I did not see the shoe in it -
But I'm certain it was there,
Hiding in the smoosh and goosh
Of flies and shoes and hair.

She said it was a family
Recipe from way back when
Great, Great, Great, Great Grandma June
Was only nine or ten.

And I couldn't see a single fly
Trapped within its sploogie paste.
No toe nail jam or shoelaces
She thought were worth a taste.

Mom took a big old crunchy chomp,
And said it tasted fine.
Dad gobbled his up in one bite
Then asked me how was mine.

But all I saw was something
Foul enough to belch and boom,
Until its wretched, itchy stink
Filled up the Dining Room.

It bubbled up and crawled about
My plate 'til it turned green,
Then hissed just like an alley cat
Trapped in a Lima bean.

And that was when I saw it,
I was clever as a Spy.
"I don't see a shoe, " I said,
"But I think I found the fly."



Copyright © MMXIII Richard D. Remler


**A Children's Tale**