Babes In Pie Land
Bake it with love and watch them run for taste
Affable little rug rats that love to eat in haste
Babes with eager faces plump & pillow faced
Earing out their smiles with a beg of after taste
Silently they make a move every noise erased
I try and hide the pies for the night of Christmas eve
Niggling up the crumbs, I stash away then leave
Pitter patter pitter patter to the kitchen they both go
Identical on facial grins like two geniuses at stow
Each one pokes and prods the soft Pillsbury dough
Licking up the berries with a silly grin in toe;
Another year of crumpled pies it comes to no surprise
Natalicious feigns are coming from their droopy eyes
Dotted cheeks of jam with telltale signs of eaten pies.
November 15, 2018
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