In honor of Thanksgiving, may I present my original song I Dreamed a Dream of Pumpkin Pie. To be recorded by Claudius in the upcoming days. Happy Thanksgiving, America.
There was a time when I was fine
When my muscles were tough
And my face inviting
There was a time when I dined
And I dined all day long
And the taste was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream of pumpkin pie
The whip’d cream high
The crust worth eating
I dreamed that I would never die
I dreamed that I could keep on eating
Then I was young and unafraid
And food was made and used and wasted
There was no reason to be stayed
No pants undone, no wine untasted
But we age with each bite
Our bodies feel our blunder
As it tears your pants apart
As it turns your youth to shame
Pies spent the summer by my side
They filled my face with endless butter
I ate each baked good as I cried
But they were gone when autumn came
And still I dream they’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
Obesity’s a storm we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now pies have killed the dream I dreamed.
MBC
/ November 21, 2012Bravo!