The Last Piece of Pie

It was I.
I cannot lie.
It was I
who ate the last piece of pie.

It lay there in the fridge.
I thought I would eat just a midge
but oh it tasted so good
and put me in such a happy mood.

Each bite made another bite.
I really did try to fight
the yearning for just a bit.
Oh, mother is going to have a fit
for the pie is all gone.

But, I cannot tell a lie.
It was the most scrumptious pie
and all I wanted was just a bit.

But once begun I could not cease.
Now the last piece
will bring me no peace
for I had finished the pie.

~Lillian Berman~