Gone With the Pies
Last Christmas I made ten plum pies
To donate to poor homeless guys
But my kids ate them all
You should have heard me bawl
Bed early, there’s no compromise!
The next morning they all had sore tums
A result of eating all those plums
With green faces and sad eyes
I made THEM bake some more pies
They would not even touch the pie crumbs!
They helped carry the pies to the poor
We gave them in at the shelter door
When they saw the poor men
They will now think again
Of eating all the pies from mom's store
FICTION POEM
Punny holiday pies contest
Sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
11/16/18
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2018
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