My Strawperry Pie

My hunger was much and also very So I wanted pie made of strawberry Which was so sweet with firm crust; To eat it you should and also must. You can tell from your very first bite Whether in morning, noon or at night With no one would you want to share Because my pie is beyond compare. So I ate it all and did not saving any; Days did pass by which were many; Wondered if I should make one more; Could not resist so I made a score. Being that I am always very well fed Should I make only seven instead, And if land of Lincoln is where I live To whom should my pies I now give. I did gave to God the very first piece And rest I gave to Chicago police Which was so cold and never hot; Now I have a free parking spot. jthorn5656@atmc.net