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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3145 reads)
A poet is a goofy guy


A poet is a goofy guy
With dandruff in his hair.
I'm glad a poet am not I,
Indeed I little care
For bards who sing
Of Love and Spring -
I'd rather sing of Pie.

I'd rather rhyme of pastry and
The trove of orchard fare,
That mother moulded with her hand
To fabrications fair,
Of loganberry,
Plum  and cherry,
Apple, peach and pear.

Or hap, those deep, delicious pies
It was her joy to bake,
Of chicken breast and turkey thighs,
And kidney and beef-steak:
I can't forget when gravy wet
Their rich and crispy flake.

With pumpkin, lemon, raisin, mince
She sure had proud success;
I've never ate their equal since,
And never will, I guess:
If Ma bakes pie up in the sky
She'll merit holiness.

Of gooseberry and custard what
Found memories arise!
Of cinnamon the very thought
Brings moisture to my eyes . . .
Let poets tune to rose and moon,
I'll pipe of mother's pies.

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