Far away in the west, under a grey blue sky..
She had set out to buy,
Something’s at home in a market near by.
When she was delighted by what caught her eye..
The crispy, crunchy, tasty apple pie.
And with her stomach almost dry..
She thought let me at least give it a try,
To soon realize that it was an ask too high.
She thought its better that she let it pass by.
However when time went bye..
She couldn’t resist this desire of hers to get by,
And knew that this urge was not a lie.
So she took a deep sigh..
And got her spirits high,
To ask the shopkeeper can I have that as my buy?
Quickly came a reply – a high tone nay-nigh,
As that was to be somebody else’s pie.
Shocked, as she never understood why,
Would the shopkeeper not let that be her buy?
As she knew she had fallen for that glaze on the apple pie,
The first time it had caught her eye.
She did ask again and gave try after try,
When his heart would melt before her cry.
All he said give me my share and then let that be your buy.
She all happy to see that her desire won’t have to die.
Excitedly she put her hands in her purse only to find that she was penny-shy.
Racing hard, while she made it home at the speed of a fly,
Got the pennies from home and hoped to give another try.
Yet when she reached the shop, the shopkeeper a little too shy,
Revealed her that the sweet apple pie..
Was somebody else’s buy,
And probably that was meant only for that lucky down town guy.
Dejection and depression so high,
Yet she did not allow herself to cry.
And having no way to get it pass by..
Reached she home, only to find a mouthwatering banana pie.
The pie, a mom recipe, certainly was worth a try..
Yet deep within, she knew, that the red cherry on the apple pie,
Had blown her away, the first time it had caught her eye.
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