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Pie

My oh my I want some pie Need some now or I will die Why do you elude me pie? As I let out a loud sigh Does anything on you taste good? Or are you a pie from the hood? I did read the little engine that could And it was really, really good I finally realized what to buy And it definitely isn’t a pie It's something easy to make And it isn’t a cake I made it with this guy named Jake And his kind of fake But ultimately Jake was kind And had a good mind That thing that was easy to make Turned out to be baked For it wasn’t cheesecake, cake, or pie It wasn’t too soft or too hard But it was the chicken I found in my backyard

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Book: Shattered Sighs