An Ode To Pie

Here's an ode I wrote back in tenth grade... to pie... Heh...

Oh glorious golden crusted beauty, As you cool upon my window sill, Deliciousness is yours, dear cutey, And I can hardly wait until, Your flavor belongs to me, And it becomes only mine, When I taste your filling sweet, And your golden crust devine, Oh why in expectation wait we, When we make an hour feel like a week? Some men have thier cake, Some prefer bread of wheat, I, myself only take, My precious pastry sweet, Fill me up after dinner, After the wine leaves my cup, For truly when I'm down, You're sweetness lifts me up, And never makes me thinner, Nor me look a foolish clown, Pie comes in many flavors, Tastes from beans, fruits, nuts, and gourds, Smells of such find nostril's favors, Mixed from flavors tongues adore, Pass over a peice of Pumpkin, Let Cherry alight my plate, While Pecan sits in my belly, Oh, the feeling's really great, I'm no country bumpkin, I don't want no bread and jelly, I should eat pie everyday, Every morning, noon, and night, It should keep the Doc at bay, And keep me from getting too light, Pie is the subtle gift of God, To every tribe and nation, And I'm sure most of the people find, Mine to be an unhealthy fixation, It may seem a little odd, But pie is on my mind.

Reviews

[B L Bushong]

It shouldn't considering it was written to be funny.

[A Lost Man Found]

somebody has pastry issues. is their such a thing as a pastryproblem disease. this poem explains a lot about you to me.