Patrick the Pie Man

Patrick the Pie Man

Made all types of pies

From lemon and custard

To worm meat with flies

 

He mixed them

He baked them

All toasty and brown

He rolled them

He sold them

All about town

 

His customers varied

As much as his pies

Some were nice ladies

And some hairy guys

 

He kneaded them

He filled them

With custom ingredients

He would cook them

He would hurry

He could be quite expedient

 

From canaries to fairies

An iguana named Ray

From Uncle Joe to Aunt Flo

He would make it your way

 

He squished them

He glazed them

To a beautiful shine

He toasted them

He roasted them

I’m going to get mine!

Reviews

[Baz]

Who would have thought of rhyming "ingredient" with "expedient"?! Hilarious. I'm hungry now. Wonder if my local shop sells pies..?

[Anya]

haha I was smiling the whole way through, great write :)

[E-man]

hahaha wow very nice write

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Now that is one fantastic little poem. Well done

[Big ol' Kahuna]

I thought that was a pretty fun poem. I liked the rhyme and flow of the whole thing. If he is an actual person who makes pies, i am sure he would delight from reading this.

Nicely done.