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The Christmas Pies

His manner was crusty and grouchy, hunched over, he looked very slouchy
Instead of good cheer he was happy when someone would cry

He hated each time it was snowing and some chubby elf ho ho hoing
And wished that the reindeer he owned never learned how to fly

No tinsel and light for adoring, he found it incredibly boring
And presents with ribbons and bows he would just never buy

Then one day when he was out walking, complaining inside, steady squawking
Up there on a window sill something real sweet he did spy

He figured it would be quite funny, and that’s where this poem gets punny
He reached up and ran off with some little kid’s Christmas pie

He ate till his stomach was hurting and all that he ate came out blurting
Now rolling in pain he cried out that he wished he could die

When up strolled the little kid playing and seeing what he was displaying
He wanted to help him he knew that he just had to try

He helped him up, showed he was caring, the old man just constantly staring
He couldn’t believe that a tear slowly formed in his eye

“I know that you heard I was yelping, but I can’t believe you are helping
A man who has stolen a treat that you’ve come to rely”

He answered his voice was so mellow, to this quite unfortunate fellow
That lending a hand to the needy, the season was nigh

So off to the bakery strolling, while church bells in steeples were tolling
He pointed and picked every flavor that he could surmise

Then to this young boy he delivered, a smile on his face it now quivered
A dozen or more wrapped in bows, freshly baked Christmas pies



Written for Michelle Faulkner’s Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest. 
The title I chose was "The Pie who stole Christmas"
However, I could not keep it in the confines of the 20 line limit in the contest.
So, I thought I’d share it with you anyway. No sense wasting a poem.
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