In 20 short, yet sumptuous years, of sweated joys, and gains,
A multitude of customers, have eased their hunger pains
Long traveled miles by road they've come, or glided from the sky,
To nibble light on savories - thus leaving room for pie.

"Mrs. Mitchell's" pie that is - their crusts - full crammed with love
Though erringly the menu calls it "fruit" - good heavens above!
No amount of baking skills - no fillings found on earth
Without this lady's caring touch - could spawn such treasured worth.

To compliment her genius - to make her place replete
Her staff of angels - every one, are flown clean off their feet
Purely voluntarily, they greet us - wreathed in smiles,
So for hors-d'oeuvres, we feast ourselves, upon their girlish wiles.

From everywhere the people flock - for they have heard the cry
It's a mathematic first for pilots - vectoring on pie
And all the earthbound pilgrims - when their mecca hoves in sight
Arrange their bibs to catch the drools - caressing that first bite.

But all this home-spun magic - is now managed by her lad
We wish you great success good sir! - for oh! - it would be sad
If things turned sour - and business failed - and all we found to eat
Was what's - "dished up" - in restaurants
Sans the - *star dust* - on the street.

Cheesecake Charlie