The Woman Who Baked Pies

I knew a wife who baked pies.

All the time.

All the time.

And her husband left her for a skinny girl with big breasts,

whose cooking skills were in doubt.

As well as,

her ability to stand

upright.

The husband of the woman who baked pies,

preferred to worship at the altar of the largely endowed.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of no pie.

I still got tits.