Gayle Wood’s Icebox Pie. #4
by David Johnson
The day has dawned
The air is cold
My body aches, I’m feeling old
Too old to dance, too young to die
But I sure could use some icebox pie
Yes, Man invented this dessert
And God invented Gayle
That combo in the Devil’s hands
Could land a hungry man in jail
Bruce didn’t put me up to this
Of that you might be sure
But if she made us each a pie
Her legend might indeed endure
With cracker crusts and chocolate filling
She holds the key to bliss
But only if she’s really willing
To do a job like this
I’m sure this is my last request,
Words I claimed I’d never say
Asking for that blessed pie
On this most precious blessed day
Tornadoes rumble through the lands
And mayhem seems to rule the day
This placid cook with willing hands
Can make these specters slink away
Just come with me and taste that pie
That has driven men berserk
I know that you will love it too
When Gayle Wood goes to work!
