THE PIE

Way,way back through the sands of time
When I was a boy about eight or nine
My Momma's brother came down the line
Charlie needs a place to stay for a  bit
Till he finds a place somewhere around
And we were all really pleased about it
When charlie's there fun's always found
Mom was a good cook,I'll tell you no lies
So when company came meals were king size
Now my Momma was extra proud of her pies
She made five for desert for after we eat
We ate lots but we had room as we got done
Uncle Charlie said her pies can't be beat
Mom sat down pies,gave him his favorite one
To this day we don't know what got left out
When Charlie cut his pie it began to run
And if looks could kill Charlie would die
Cause Charlie said with a real loud shout
Hey does anybody want a glass of pie?