MO TEE SUH'S PAH-CAHN PIE

“I want some of dat der pie”
“Whudayacallit… PEE-can?”
Mo Tee Suh stared long at the stranger
“You live in New Yawk, young man?”

“I’m not from New York I’m from Pittsburgh”
“Same thing.. you ain’t from ‘round heah”
“And, what’d you call that pie, suh?”
“Whadsa madda can’t you hear??”

Mo Tee Suh ran to the kitchen
“Mama! I got a yankee!”
“Don’t know how to say pa-cahn”
“I’ll learn him! You wait and see!”

Mo Tee Suh gave the stranger his pie
“We don’t call it that, ya know”
The stranger looked up to glaring eyes
“You mean da goo on dis dough?”

“It ain’t called pee-can in the south”
“A pee can is somethin’ else!”
“Mama won’t let me tell you ‘bout that”
“Figger it out fo yoself”

The stranger grabbed his wallet
“Ain’t ya gonna finish it?”
”Nope. I’m outta here, doll face”
And, he left.. lick-ity split

Mo Tee Suh cleared the table
“Sometimes you jest can’t help folks”
“You’d think they’d like to know what’s right”
“I ain’t no pig in a poke!”

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