4 and 20 Pies - No Blackbirds

4 and 20 Pies – No Blackbirds Oh, spare me the plethora of pies the thumbs-up plumbs, the pie in the sky dreams of the pie lovers, the onerous moooo of the piebald cow being milked by the pie-eyed farmer as his pied piper wife lures the chickens into a pot pie. Pie charts to measure children against nourishment, who cuts, who chooses, statistically who wins, who loses, “pies the type” of apples on the floor. It ain’t that simple, Simon say the “pietist” who fear that if Pi can’t be squared pies end is drawing near. John G. Lawless 10/9/2014 submitted to – Sheri Fresonke Harper Plentitude of Pies – Poetry Contest