Pie Eyed Poems - Poems about Pie Eyed

Peter Piper Picked a Peck Right that for instance bugs me Is a peck not a small amount Like a beak or a kiss Did he learn to play the pipes because of his name Maybe he was a plumber So he choose something really small We’re the peppers drunk Were they in a jar So he choose a tiny amount of vinegarated...

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Reissued from a couple of years back… * 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...

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You took in too much booze. Pie-eyed-that's why you lose. You're out with no money. That's not a bit funny! There's no more left to play. It's time to go away. Just leave the casino. Home is where you must go. ...

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Mince pies Are slang for eyes Sounds ridiculous to me If we had mince pies for eyes None of us could see...

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Pie Eyed (for The Night Before Contest) 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...

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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...

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The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves they're dipped in orange butterscotch. The squirrel's nests of pick-up sticks hide acorns stores which plink-plop. Below the apple trees bowed branches mother harvests windfalls for pies. Father takes a old buck down for mincemeat pie, bye and bye. The corn field's full of children small gathering ears for Dutch Corn pie. A cider smell of cinnamon reminds of crispy...

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Out of the west, amide a beautiful sunrise… came a pie eyed son of a gun. Looking for Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster… water gun… in hand. He rode a very slow plug, an inchworm called ‘Giddy-Up-You-Lazy-Thing’. Said he was seeking, Billy the outlaw, who had shot his brother in the leg. But we all knew Billy hadn’t...

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