On March fourteenth, the day of pi
I pined to buy an apple pie
A python spied me at the door,
a sharp-eyed pirate on the floor
Oh piebald pipe of piety
Do not aspire to piracy!
A spiny pain will occupy
My poor pylorus pining pie
Pied piper pyromaniac
Porkpie in hand, applies attack
A pyrite spark to light became
Papyrus lit and fanned the flame
The python backs, afraid of fire
The piker fears a funeral pyre
He'd be expired and unprepared
To cipher circles pi r squared
Our pineal glands made pie-eyed plans
And Pontius Pilate washed his hands
A pile of pilots can't deny
I occupied my day with pi
October 25, 2014
Rhymed iambic tetrameter
There are 35 "pi" sounds. Can you find them all?
Categories:
porkpie, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Hey! Rudy, it's you!
That I'm talking to!
With your porkpie hat,
what's up with that
skanking around like you the town
Stompin up the streets as a matter of fact
It's you! That I'm talking to!
Oh rudeboy, I'm talking to you
Mash up the scene
looking pretty mean
starting up fights til the morning light
who you think you are, you little fiend
Back talk and junk talk
that's all that you are
carrying on like you're a big star
Step back and check
what's all this mess?
nobody cares who you think you are
Hey! It's you!
Hey rudeboy, I'm talkin to you
*Here's to the Specials. A hell of a band still going strong. Oi!
Categories:
porkpie, music
Form: I do not know?