ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Hope you like it John - it really didn't take to long to make - hope the crust isn't too crummy but I had to assemble the ingredients quick before the eggs went off.


CUSTARD PIE

I rather fancy custard pie I like it with thick cream
it sits and beckons to my eye – it could fulfil my dream,
the eggs Mum used were really fresh – Rhode Island Reds all lay,
I think one was Priscillas for she hides hers in the hay.

Miss Phoenix she is cunning and you have to search to find
where she’s placed her daily offering but I don’t really mind
for I know that once Mum has them she will make a custard tart,
and my Mums win prizes at the show this knowledge I impart.

You haven’t tasted custard pie unless you’ve eaten Mums.
The custard smooth and buttery , the crust - gingerbread crumbs.
Sometimes she makes a fluffy white pavlova for the top
and oh we eat up every crumb it’s really hard to stop .

Its beaut you know when Mums a cook and makes such special treats
My Dad says he is lucky for my Mum all his needs meet.
Not only can she cook and sew and keep the house real neat
but he says she is a looker and she swept him off his feet.

I know some times she’s fussy and sweeps all before her broom
but I’ve never seen her sweep out Dad, not while I’m in the room.
Perhaps it’s just a silly thing that sometimes parents do.
You know how they laugh and giggle when they think you’re sleeping too?

But I saw Mum busy cooking and she said a special tea
would be served up on the table cooked especially for me.
She’s cooking all my favourites and Gramps is there tonight
there’ll be roast lamb for dinner – and sweet custard pie delite.

Ha, ha.

You take the cake,Maureen.

It wasn't an hour ago I put out the challenge.


A poem about a custard pie.

You have plastered a custard pie all over my face..

I don't know how you do it.

A good poem with mum and dad and the chooks and gramps.

You truely are a smart lady.

Put up your web site again. So I can read some of the stuff you've recently written.

Regards,

John

Just glad it gave you a giggle John - you might find something here you haven't seen already

http://pool.abc.net.au/dashboard/media/all

Cheers

Maureen

Maureen are you sure you have not got a little machine attached to your computor that just churns out poems all day. I find it hard to keep up with the bloody posts without actually submitting any poems.


OOOAAAAAHHHHH

Bob

I hope you've got the recipe Maureen. Might be visiting in the not too distant future.

Heather

Bring Darren

How 'bout I send Darren - and i go and have a nice holiday someplace!

He's good with 'puters Maureen, sure you can find a use for him!

Heather

Geepers! This isn't Ebay!

If I'm not carefull I will find myself parcel posted to some strange part of the country and you'll use all my rare stamps to send me.

Them again that might be fun judging from all the PMs I recieved after sending out that heart. Whoops, forgot there for a second, most of the replies were from the blokes!

I would love to meet you by the way Maureen and if you are down our way we have plenty of room. (Now Heather is in the kennel that is!)

pant, pant, pant be still my heart

I remember staying out on my aunt and uncles property as a young boy and my aunt's sister, who was just a couple of years older than me, joined me in catching all the hens and putting them in a closed off section among bales of hay and only let them go when they laid an egg.

My other aunt finally pleaded with us to stop as she had eggs coming out her ears, despite all the cooking she was doing.

Fun memories, childhood days.


Merv.