Gone With the Pie
I caught a glimpse of him by moonlight
Gone with the pie the thief in the night
Called up a private eye who’s bright
To have before the clock strikes midnight
My pie returned without a bite
Otherwise beware to each and every parasite
My next pie will hide a stick of dynamite
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 19, 2018 for contest PUNNY HOLIDAY PIES sponsored by MICHELLE FAULKNER
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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