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Hot Apple Pie

To look at me now, so healthy and slim, one could never imagine my youth When I’d an addiction, not to beer or drugs,  but just as real - I tell you the truth

I loved food, enjoyed eating my fill, but the dish that caused my heart to fly

Was a large bowl of vanilla icecream with a apple pie


When I was a lad just beginning my teens, my secret one day came to light

I became known to all as Gary the Gorge because of my great appetite

When others had finished the meal set before them, I’d utter this plea with a sigh

“Please give me some vanilla icecream with a apple pie.”


In this addiction I am not alone for others I know feel the same

Like the Welsh rugby team, who when they win, will celebrate after the game   Not like their opponents drowning sorrow with beer, each Welshman’s victory cry

Is “Please give me some vanilla icecream and a apple pie.”


President Bush claimed that Sadam Hussain had the dream of making Iraq

A nation of evil where weapons of war the terrorists never would lack  

But when Sadam was captured after months on the run, he said with a tear in his eye

“Please give me some vanilla icecream with a apple pie.”


I enjoy a good life and I travel a lot, sampling many foods far from home

Escargot in Paris, bratwurst in Bonn and pasta and pizza in Rome

Fish and chips in the UK and tacos in Mexico – something you really should try

But my favourite is vanilla icecream with a apple pie


I’ve eaten Welsh faggots and  African cuscus, black caviar piled upon toast

I’ve tried gourmet meals prepared by the best and of culinary skills I can boast

But when I’m too old to look after myself and approaching the time I must die “Please give me some vanilla icecream with a apple pie.”



Gareth Evans July 2004

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