I sat behind the sofa, time creeping slowly by,

In secret I waited, for the blueberry pie.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the timer slowly creaked,

I dashed unseen to the oven, on the blueberry pie, I peeked.

Its joyous, luscious scent made it impossible to frown

Jelly oozed form the holes in the top, its crust a golden brown.

I licked my lips in greed; my hunger hit me with a pang,

And as if it read my mind, the cooking timer rang!

I dashed back to the sofa; out of the oven she took the jewel,

Then mama put it on the sill, setting it to cool.

Now this was my chance! My sweet moment in time!

No one could protect it now, that blueberry pie was mine!

I ran out to the pie, looking once then twice,

I smiled a devilish smile, then cut myself a slice.

I held it in my hands, I popped it in my mouth,

But, Alas, I could not eat it, I had to spit it out!

For the steaming pie had burned me, my tongue screaming with pain,

Then I spilled the pie onto my shirt, which left a big blue stain!

Hurt and feeling foolish, I sat down and began to cry,

Once more you have tricked me, delicious blueberry pie.