The Lost Pie
My Sweet little pie,fresh on my plate,
The breeze took its smell,down those sleepy lanes.
Church bells rang, lilies bloomed,
Tale of my pie,made my town alive.
Then came a fatty Russian,who lives next door,
Broke in under darkness and took away my pie.
By Abie
Dated : 19.03.2014
This is dedicated to all Ukrainian bro & sis who are under Russian invasion.
Copyright © Abie Jayan | Year Posted 2014
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