Poem: Apple Pie
Feb. 3rd, 2007 10:25 pmThe sweetest apple pie
My darling (die)
It's made with love
And lover you will find
That love is blind
Just take a slice
(Just try this coffin on for size)
And in the breath before your final cry
You'll catch the scent of apples and goodbye
(I really make the sweetest, bake
The sweetest apple pie)
My darling (die)
It's made with love
And lover you will find
That love is blind
Just take a slice
(Just try this coffin on for size)
And in the breath before your final cry
You'll catch the scent of apples and goodbye
(I really make the sweetest, bake
The sweetest apple pie)