Precious pumpkin pie sits on the table high.
Untouched, waiting to be devoured on Thanksgiving.
       I try to take a taste but
Mother forbids it. I storm off to my room, slam the door
      and start to
Pout. On thanksgiving day everyone is so busy I can
     hardly
Keep up. Tiptoeing into the kitchen to find the pie where
I** had left it last night. I stick my finger in the whip cream
     and then taste it. I
Never knew it would taste so good. Oh know mom
      caught me she
Puts the pie in the fridge and sends me to my room and
I never even got to
Eat that precious pumpkin pie.