Blueberry Pie

ODE TO MISS JULIA’S BLUEBERRY PIE

By Bob Blackman

Copyright (C) 2007

Ode to Miss Julia’s blueberry pie.

A ransom a treasure, black pearls in July.

Bright bubbles bursting like fire in the sky.

Strawberry, apple or Gramma’s shoo-fly

Pumpkin or pecan, I’d pass them all by,

For the tiniest taste of that blueberry pie.

The angels and cherubs high in the sky

Could never argue, would never deny,

Nothing tastes better than blueberry pie

“Cheers for Miss Julia’s blueberry pie

Nothing tastes better.” The angels all cry.

That’s the absolute truth!  Angel’s don’t lie.

When I get to heaven, after I die,

If offered a boon I’ll say with a sigh,

I want Miss Julia’s blueberry pie.