Gone With the Pie

They plotted long, that winter’s night Beneath the Christmas star so bright Three tiny mice in elf like suits Could smell the pie of many fruits And as it baked, their hunger grew So they decided what to do They knew that cook would, as a rule Set pies on window sill to cool They would appear as Christmas elves Instead of their most scary selves And then the cook, they would acquaint, Remove their clothes and she would faint Just then, with super mouse like strength They’d slide that pie the needed length Into their cubby hole nearby Like that!, they’d be gone with the pie 12/12/18