Long Pie Poems
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Reissued from a couple of years back…
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Twas the night before Christmas and I’d lost me house
I had to get home and sneak past me spouse
She’d sent me to purchase a dozen mince pies
I never expected to meet with the guys
So kicking and screaming got dragged down the pub
And entered the draw for a hamper of grub
If I didn’t win, she’d find out my sin
And my Christmas dinner would be in the bin
Had a few beers and then a few more
The tannoy announced it was time for the draw
Yippee, I won it, but didn’t win big
I opened the basket and had a good dig
About as much use as a bucket of dung
Biscuits for cheese, soup, pilchards and tongue
Checked out the clock and resigned to my fate
I staggered off home in a right wobbly state
Not finding one’s house might seem rather bleak
Perhaps I should mention we’d lived there a week
And then there it was, front door open wide
I nipped up the stairs once I’d nipped inside
Then I found the bedroom door slightly ajar
My wife’s standing there in her panties and bra
But then I thought, ‘My wife ain’t got shapely thighs’
And that’s when her husband punched out me mince pies
So blackened and bruised, with my own doorbell rung
I suffered the wrath of my wife’s wicked tongue
Gobbling turkey is baking really nice
This is the season of Thanksgiving
Give me some cranberry and a slice.
This looks so delicious give me a taste
It smells very charming cut the waiting
Place a side of the breast on my plate.
Now bless this Thanksgiving sweet meat
Thank you, Lord, for this delicious treat!
Now I need some tasty pumpkin pie
The kind with the crispy baked edges
So soft and sweet, I will die begging.
Pour me a glass of red drinking wine
The kind that goes well while I dine
Now before I sit in paradise and shine.
Now bless this Thanksgiving sweet meat
Thank you, Lord, for this delicious treat!
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., 11/27/19
© All Rights Reserved
HERE’S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE!
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the morning sun rises high and bright
pumpkin pie for breakfast—oh, what a delight!
the crust is flaky, the filling so sweet,
cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger—what a treat!.
I take a bite, and oh, such heavenly bliss,
the flavors meld, a culinary kiss.
the pumpkin puree, its spices swirl
flow with whipped cream, a dream for this ol’ girl.
so let the critics say, "Pie for breakfast? No way!"
I'll take a slice, come what may.
so here's to you, dear pumpkin pie.
I don’t care if you go straight to my thighs.
Blueberry Tree
I buried a blueberry,
Just to see,
If it would grow
To a blueberry tree.
So round and so sweet
Coats of deep blue
Just a few seeds -
Who knew?
But all that grew -
A scrawny shrub;
All leaves - no blueberries -
That was the rub.
So, I buried more blueberries
Just to see
If they would grow
My blueberry tree.
Planted them carefully
Next to a wall;
Watered them daily
Hoped they would be tall.
But, up came more shrubs -
A-ha! with blossoms;
Turning to blueberries.
So awesome!
No blueberry tree.
No surprise!
But my lips just turned purple
From blueberry pie!
Inspired by John Watt's "Ivory Tower-y"
There you are you sweetie pie.
You are the apple of my eye.
Such insight you have, you know the score,
'Cause you've been there and done that, whatever before.
You are so smart, much more so than most,
And you'll let us all know it but you never boast.
You're a master of every conversation,
Economy, Religion, Education,
Politics your area of expertise,
You regale us for hours and hours with ease.
No one need offer to give a conjecture,
No matter the topic, you are the director.
You'll push your opinion down everyone's throat.
Sometimes I wish you had a remote,
So I could at least turn you off now and then,
To disagree with you you think is a sin.
Sweetie you need to relax, take a breath.
Chill out for a moment and give it a rest.
Folks are more wont to listen to you,
When you don't give a lecture, let them speak too.
You aren't the only one with thoughts in your head,
And others have things that need to be said.
Light conversation is good and should be,
And we don't want to fight if we just disagree.
So say what you want and just let it be.
Don't rant, rave and preach, drive me out of my tree.
You have your opinions and I have mine,
And to disallow my opinions is most unkind.
The country has been split down the middle and no longer remains as one
As satan dances with his fiddle knowing he is nowhere near being done
In adding confusion into the mix for that is one of his best signature traits
Something man now without God cannot fix and so sealing their own fates
He started a long time ago in all of those simple seeds that he would sow
Corrupting the foundation below so on the surface none of it would show
But as time continued passing by those cracks now became visibly seen
And as hard as any of them would try a solution could no longer be seen
And as our enemies looked from a far they too could also see the cracks
Noticing the blemish on each and every star that brilliance that now lacks
As the cracks increased in size so too the confusion that followed behind
So infected with satans lies the whole entire country had become blind
With no repentance in sight it had now become just a matter of when
The Lord allowing our enemies to fight giving up on us women and men
With God‘s protection no longer there as His hand has now been lifted
satan going about checking each snare and all the souls he has sifted
2 Corinthians 11:14
And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.
If God would take the moon
And make it into a great pie,
The sweet aroma of spice
And green apple would fill the sky.
He’d begin with the careful peeling,
Making the globe shining apple-white.
Then He’d find fixins’ to get it just right.
He would count the servings needed
For the whole world to be satisfied,
And choose just the right flavoring
To set all differences of taste aside,
But with all due respect to the bakers’ pride.
To provide for all the world’s problems,
God gives his secret spiritual answers.
So to the seasoning of the apples,
He adds His nine flavor enhancers.
With perfection, God takes no chances.
There is a pinch of peace, joy, and love,
For that aroma that rises above.
Then there is the patience, gentleness and grace,
So that humankind need not eat in haste.
He wants all to sense the goodness in the taste.
Next faith, modesty and moderation He adds,
And then more love he sprinkles in scads.
Here below our appetites we whet,
Our stomach’s pits to be satisfied.
Thankful for every morsel we get,
Until convinced our Lord is glorified.
Soon one could hardly see a crumb.
But we have no need at all to fear,
For at the end of daylight’s trusty gleam,
The moon again is a shining sphere.
"Look what they've done to my song, Ma" ~ Melanie Saftka
Act I – Pie (One bright morning)
my muse just wants pie
I huffed, “Okay, give it a try.”
Pies begin with precision,
lovely decision.
I crave a treat, a sweet delight
one that brings a smile and makes my morning bright.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.
Act 2 II – Ice-cream (Two hours later, on a yummy Sundae afternoon)
what fancy leads me on to dream
of sugar plums in frozen cream
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix
With a chuckle, he swore,
"I’ll just eat one more”.
My Grammy, smiling so whole
Creates the best pecan pies
A treat I cannot control,
When she plans a big surprise.
Those wrinkled, age-old fingers
Blend honey and nuts on trays
I wonder what secrets lie there,
As add-ons pile a display.
In the oven, goodies heat
Utopia in the making
Even young Sis tries to cheat
Moving the timer," Oh ring!"
On the table, sweet wafts hum
Grammy blinks, " Let's dine";
Buttery flavor; yum yum
Teeth sink portions all divine!
Pasty cheeks lined with syrup
All's finished I can't deny
Wanting more ; Gram hears my burp
"Left some for my Cutie Pie!"
Sheri Fresonke Harper's Plentitude Of Pies
by nette onclaud
10/16/2014
Just havin some fun here to the melody of a song written in 1945 called Frim Fram Sauce, made famous by Nat King Cole and many others.
You gottcha Black Bottom Cheesecake,
Meat pie that Mom makes
and sure to satisfy -
you gotcha freshed picked Apple
and cinnamon spice
with some icecream on the side.
If Boysenberry don't getcha droolin'
or a Shepard's pie steamin' hot,
maybe Coconut Cream or Mississippi Mud
or a crust topped Chicken Pot.
Now, if Boston or Banana Cream don't do it,
then Blueberry's gotta hit the spot
and don't forget Key Lime or Lemon Meringue
with a dab of whipped cream on top,
or lip snakin' pies like Peach and Peacan
or Pumpkin or Pizza - help me. I can't stop!
I woke from my dream and did some braggin'
as I looked my wife in the eye.
Then the last dessert I ever ate
was a large piece of Humble Pie!