Coconut custard and me

I used the rest of the coconut from my rice and peas, to make a custard and it was delicious. It is not gone yet. I used to sneak small pieces of the coconut custard at home when I was young. Dad would laugh and giggle that I still have a piece of custard in my refrigerator as a symbol of selflessness to my children. He and I had eye to eye contact as to who took the last piece of coconut custard pie. I cannot tell a lie (? NOT) It is I, who took it everytime. Everyone knew who. He and I looked at eachother. Dad would say who? and then nevermind. You ate, what else? no food, just pie.

Enjoy it now, my custard pie children; because, a minute it is on the lips, but forever, it is on the hips. :)