Apple Pie

On the way to the Gymnauseum yesterday

We stopped at the farmer's market

It was a crisp fall morning

The smell of apples was in the air

I was thinking I would love to have something

Freshly baked from apples

That evening pals Don and Laurie

Came over for dinner

Laurie had made a scratch apple pie

We swilled some great wine

We had a fine meal

My all-time best pal Julieann had cooked

Then we launched into that pie

Early this morning I noticed one last piece

Waiting on the kitchen counter

I wanted to thank the pie for coming over

But by the time I thought of it, it was too late

It was the perfect companion

For my first cup of coffee

So....

I had already ate it