FAWM Compositions: FAWM 2015

There isn’t a night that ever goes by When I don’t need a piece of pie It might be lemon, it might be lime All I know it has to be mine. Get it the car and drive to town I need that pie, it’s going down It could be apple, it could be berry It matters not what makes me merry. You say the pie shop’s closed tonight? You say no P.I.E. in sight? You try to put me in a fright? Not much joy ‘til I get a bite. Fire up the oven and get a tin Knead the dough and put it in Fill with rhubarb, fill with mince Top it off with an egg rinse You’re heading North, you must go South No happy me ‘til it’s in my mouth Seek out banana, seek out cream If I don’t have one soon, I’ll scream

When I was young I heard the tales of a mystical land called Kansas All wind and storms, tornadoes, dust, to live there must be madness Nests of rats and bratty brothers, a place I wouldn’t visit But when the time came to face the truth, I found it quite exquisite. My first trip there was on a tour of the entire country I feared the worst, almost turned back, to put it very bluntly.