“Pickle cream pie” My daughter Zoe Blyss and I wrote this on
our way home from school. It was just
silly but we had recited the piece over and over on the way home tweaking
verses and laughing. When we got home
Zoe wrote it down. While I resorted to my cook books to try and find a recipe
for Pickle pie with banana cream filling.
I thought if we seen a list of ingredients we might come up with a new
verse. My collection of cook books isn’t
too extensive but I couldn’t find a recipe.
I go to Zoe’s room to tell her. I find her sitting on her bed,
composition book on her lap, still remembering the poem we made on the way
home. “Zoe” she looks up. She writes
left handed so she has this grip on her pencil, hair in her face. “I can’t find a recipe for pickle pie! There
is no pickle pie!” she’s quiet for a second in giving this deep thought. Then
she says to me “Maybe it’s a cure for cancer dad?” wouldn’t that be amazing Zoe
Blyss! We wrote a cure for cancer today.
Now it sounds good doesn’t it?
“PICKLE CREAM PIE”
Pickle pie
With
banana cream filling
So who am I?
To take
pickles from dilling
It’s like sour from kraut or pigs in no blanket
Pickle cream pie but
Who am I?
It sounds real sick but why can’t we try
A new diet trend it’s hard to swallow
Zoe Blyss cure for cancer.
Bob Jenkens
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