At the fair I stuffed my face,
just because of some dumb race.
I shoved them all in my mouth—
great peachy pies from the south.
Freshly-swallowed south peach pies
piled up inside to my eyes.
Peachy snot came out my nose
and dribbled down to my toes.
As peach goo poured out my ears,
all around me I heard cheers.
Then the last fell from my chin.
Who ever thought I would win?
After that, I don’t know why,
I never ate another pie.