Pieface
devour her crust I must
greedily feasting the
roundish skin and ochred
pumpkin muscle within
since barely I could toddle,
away from baby's bottle
I've relished her delicious
full fall-moon feast
at least calming my distraction
flaking away stress and dismay
to pointed surfeit I'd bet
that entirety would be
my inevitable terminus
replete upon languished
fundament so heaven-bent
to drowse and dream yet
more pumpkin pie it'd seem
© Goode Guy 2013-11-29
(after just polishing off the leftovers)
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