>From my grandma's scrapbook -- luckily I've never tried these.... DRIED APPLE PIES
I loathe, abhor, detest, despise Abominate dried apple pies! I like good bread, I like good meat, Or anything that's fit to eat: But of all poor grub beneath the skies The poorest is dried apple pies. Give me a toothache or sore eyes In preference to such kind of pies. The farmer takes his gnarliest fruit The wormy, bitter, and hard to boot, They leave the hulls to make you cough And don't take half the peeling off Then on a dirty cord they're strung And from some chamber window hung And there they serve a roost of flies Until they're ready to make pies. Tread on my corns or tell me lies, But don't pass me dried apple pies. * * * Ricki T Utah - USA To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
