That platform of sorrow and sighs,
The scale that so blatantly lies,
I think it takes glee
In laughing at me,
"Your diet has too many pies."
Why must you toast that slice?
You sure don't knead the carbs.
Please put the bread away.
Stick to your diet dear.
I like rye!
Dry fresh toast!
Please don't sigh.
Pie instead?
Don't be sly!
Receiving a pie in the crown,
It just might occasion a frown.
But bear well in mind,
One always will find,
The target is never the clown.
While I'm the greatest (I and I alone),
I think of the ignominy I've known,
and ask, "can time erase
the mess upon my face
before another well-aimed pie is thrown?"
The biggest "Rats" eat 90% of the "Cheddar!"
That only leaves one slice for billions of "Mice!"
But does that make the "Rats" better than the "Mice?"
Maybe it's time for the "Mice" to "EAT" the "Rats!"
Wouldn't that be nice? The "Mice" outnumber those "Finks!"
If the "Mice" were willing to pay the price..."Free Drinks!"
I'd even dine with "Swine" to see the "Rats" fry!
Hey "Folks," how 'bout a "Fat" slice of "Rat Fink" pie?
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.
"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”.
This is neither poetry, nor art,
It is not an ending or a start,
but in all sincerity, says I,
"May I have a slice of apple pie?"
"Indeed, you may have your apple pie,
It is not a case of do or die.
It's a simple fruit filled pastry,
thought by many to be tasty."
"As the pie, I beg your attention.
There's something I would like to mention.
I have steaming apples in my crust,
but don't eat me...well if you must."
I've oft been offered but not tempted by
large helpings of pie in the sky
from too many crooks
who indeed the broth did spoil
and so as not to be sullied
by such greasy oil
I stay out of their kitchen
not because I can't stand the heat
but what's on their menu
ain't my cup of meat
apple or cherry by the slice
with a tasty pastry crust
is not a must but very nice
my absolute fave fit for a King
with taters on top of thee I sing
made with lamb
not beef that's cottage
and personal wish
as the name does imply
is a dainty dish
of homemade shepherd's pie
Although
it’s a hard row to hoe
a rough furrow to harrow
and a tough trench to plough
there’s many a meadow to mow
I hereby avow
and tho' it may be news to you
farmers have the need
to sow their seeds
where milkmaids milk the cows
swineherds feed their sows
and shepherds have their pie
and eat it too
in Slough now
My baby made me cherry pie
And damn it tastes so fine
You can eat some cherry pie
"Just don't eat Mine"
She put cherries on the top
She put cherries in the middle
And a crust she made with almond chips
That she toasted on the griddle
I love my baby's cherry pie
I can eat it morning, day, and night
And if you see my baby's cherry pie
"Please Don't take a Bite"
Because it's all mine that cherry pie
That my baby made for me
And I won't care, if I don't share
-or
"If you Dis-agree"
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
fresh picked blueberries
stimulate poetic pens ~
my muse just wants pie
cherries are for me
fresh picked or in a warm pie ~
red heaven awaits
apple essence steam
rise from crustal fissure's vent -
pie dreams in the sky
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