Dear Irene,

Dear Irene, what do you mean?

A-hammerin’ at our coast?

Must close my shop, coffee stop!

No bagels can I toast!

The scones, are gone-the pie case bare

The sight is most depressing.

You blow and spit without a care

Too whom you might be stressing.

Dear Irene, be a good girl

And whirl on out to sea

Take all the mosquitoes and no-see-ums with you

So we can eat pie in peace.

Sorry ya’ll we are CLOSED today and we’ll keep you posted about Saturday!  Keep safe and DON’T SURF!

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4 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Mary Ann Huddle said,

    New moniker: Peace Pie!!

  2. 2

    Susan & Daisy Wilson said,

    I want normalcy with my pie!

  3. 3

    Mrs. Carol Turner said,

    Sam you need to put this ode to Irene on Facebook and YouTube to blow away the blues of Her upon us…take care!

  4. 4

    Marie-Claire Lander said,

    Irene should be suitable impressed by your plea and take heed! We pray to the wind Goddess Irene, soothe her irate temper, nay… I see rain lashing at the window. She “don’t” listen to anyone.


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