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.