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
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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