Pie Poems - Poems about Pie

grandma’s favorite recipe warm tart cherry pie dessert straight from the oven ice cream if you please A slice of cheese too Marvelous Dish...

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fresh picked blueberries stimulate poetic pens ~ my muse just wants pie ...

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cherries are for me fresh picked or in a warm pie ~ red heaven awaits...

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apple essence steam rise from crustal fissure's vent - pie dreams in the sky...

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Warm, sweet, delicious, and dripping with flavor Cinnamon vanilla ice cream melts off her top I was salivating during the baking lovely fragrance wafted through grandma’s kitchen Peach cobbler Yummy!...

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There’s a Barbadian dish with flavours so rich, pasta, cheese, spices combined: macaroni pie simple yet sublime. So scrumptious. Good!...

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“Nothing tastes sweet, wet, salty and dry all at once o well it's pie” ~ Andie Macdowell Pies begin with precision, lovely decision. They end with enthusiasm! Sweetly baked fruit pie, nut-filled pastry chasm! Me oh my, pie! ...

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I like sweet or savory and triple berry a meat pie like my dad made sugar apple pie tart lemon meringue and pumpkin pie...

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Classic lemon meringue pie: fluffy, sweet and tart, the thought of it makes me sigh! With a light pastry it's just so tasty... delicious... yum!...

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Dingleberry pie please The waitress brought the man pumpkin Delicious! He called out loudly. That’s not even a berry pie, the chef groused No problem, he’s my grandpa the waitress replied. He always asks for dingleberry or muffinberry or chocolate berry. I bring him whatever is handy, and he loves it. He has dementia and is not clear on words anymore But he...

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The eating of pie before dinner, It isn’t on point to get thinner. It’s best to let go That tin pan of woe, And be a calorical winner. ...

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I emit a happy sigh when I think of apple pie. I pray to angels, above, on high for an abundant supply, and that its aroma may amplify glorious apple pie....

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The owl, though some think it is wise, Finds mice far more tasty than pies. In matters of taste Its judgment erased, Its fees are too high, I surmise. ...

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The pi that’s of math has its day, But that of the baker, no way. Though both are quite round, Less merit is found, In pies that in stomachs do lay. ...

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There was a pub called the Cross Keys Well known for its pork pie and peas. But the watered down beer Gave drinkers no cheer. And the seats were crawling with fleas. ...

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