Chris Green Poet Rhyme

The Christmas Pies

The Christmas Pies

His manner was crusty and grouchy, hunched over, he looked very slouchy
Instead of good cheer he was happy when someone would cry

He hated each time it was snowing and some chubby elf ho ho hoing
And wished that the reindeer he owned never learned how to fly

No tinsel and light for adoring, he found it incredibly boring
And presents with ribbons and bows he would just never buy

Then one day when he was out walking, complaining inside, steady squawking
Up there on a window sill something real sweet he did spy

He figured it would be quite funny, and that’s where this poem gets punny
He reached up and ran off with some little kid’s Christmas pie

He ate till his stomach was hurting and all that he ate came out blurting
Now rolling in pain he cried out that he wished he could die

When up strolled the little kid playing and seeing what he was displaying
He wanted to help him he knew that he just had to try

He helped him up, showed he was caring, the old man just constantly staring
He couldn’t believe that a tear slowly formed in his eye

“I know that you heard I was yelping, but I can’t believe you are helping
A man who has stolen a treat that you’ve come to rely”

He answered his voice was so mellow, to this quite unfortunate fellow
That lending a hand to the needy, the season was nigh

So off to the bakery strolling, while church bells in steeples were tolling
He pointed and picked every flavor that he could surmise

Then to this young boy he delivered, a smile on his face it now quivered
A dozen or more wrapped in bows, freshly baked Christmas pies



Written for Michelle Faulkner’s Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest. 
The title I chose was "The Pie who stole Christmas"
However, I could not keep it in the confines of the 20 line limit in the contest.
So, I thought I’d share it with you anyway. No sense wasting a poem.

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Andrea Dietrich November 18, 2018 at 7:31 PM It was a cute idea regardless of that line limit. I do that sometimes - write for a contest and then find out I messed up a rule Sometimes it can be straightened up but other times you just end up with yet another poem!! I really liked that particular meter you used as well. Chris Green November 19, 2018 at 7:43 AM Thank you so much Andrea. The meter was a rhythm that was stuck in my head all day, so I decided to use it.

Jan Allison November 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM What a charming tale Chris, and i too find it difficult to stick to the confines of the rules but like you I never waste a poem:-) hugs Jan xx Chris Green November 19, 2018 at 7:43 AM Thank you so very much Jan. I am thrilled you liked it.

Connie Marcum Wong November 16, 2018 at 2:40 PM A delightful tale Chris! You needed more lines than 20 lines to complete your story. That has happened to me before too. You just have to go with what comes to you. I am happy you posted this, but sorry you could not enter it in the contest! : ) Chris Green November 16, 2018 at 2:45 PM Thanks so much Connie. I tried and the end result I think feels rushed or forced because I did but...I am thrilled you enjoyed it. I always look forward to your visits.