The Wizard of Pies

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The Wizard of Pies was a magical man,

with raspberry features, a coconut tan

He lived in a bakery atop of the hill,

where crust grew in gardens and bloomed on the sill

 

There was a big warehouse he constantly swept,

where pumpkins and apples and cherries were kept

The villagers loved him, it was no surprise,

for he made the best ever Christmas Eve pies

 

He didn’t bake cookies or brownies or more,

no pastries or doughnuts were sold at his store

Just fruit filled concoctions, their favorite treat,  

were all that he said he would make or would eat

Though this year was different, his pies were the same,

but something had happened that tarnished his name

A villager spotted him eating some cake

and called him a liar and called him a fake

 

The news spread like fire, the villagers cried,

they couldn’t believe that their baker had lied

Until he explained, hoping they’d understand,

it was a new recipe, something he planned

 

A pie that was cake in a cake that was pie,

it wasn’t that good, but he just had to try

They forgave him for sure, yes they had to believe,

for they all wanted pies and it was Christmas Eve

~

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Soren]

Will I loved this poem, the rhyme was a type of childlike sing song that just carried me on reminding me of my childhood and the poems that my mother used to read to me before bed. The rhyming was great almost evoking feelings of Dr. Seuss. The story was intriguing, but what really was the message I took from it. At first read it seemed like it could be applied to poetry when one tries something new or experimental and people call it fake, not real poetry. Then on reexamination it seemed to talk more of people and their expectations which when manipulated can sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo.

[willweb]

Thanks my friend. I guess I would say, all of the above would fit nicely though when writing it, I had one thing in mind...making people smile. So if that happened along with everything else then it was successful. Thanks again Soren. I appreciate you stopping by.

[DIVYA]

Well, at least they cleared the air. No communication would have lead to further misunderstandings which would have marred the Christmas spirit in that quaint little villlage. Loved the delectable picture you painted of the bakery. Here's hoping the baker's innovative offering is loved by all. Kudos Willweb!

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. I am sure they would have come to some agreement, even if he had eaten cake because, well, they just can't be without their pies. : )

[DIVYA]

Have a beautiful day. :)

[Miss Sharon]

This is very creative and I love it from start to finish! (A pie that was cake in a cake that was pie, it wasn’t that good, but he just had to try) Wonderful lines! ~Sharon

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Sharon. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Dave Brown]

great subject matter, flows effortlessly and keeps the reader glued
Wonder how successful it turned out

[willweb]

Thanks so much Dave. I am happy you enjoyed this.

[JD Major]

You really enjoy writing your poems, willweb, I can tell, 'cause they're really enjoyable to read.
this one, to my ear, has a fun Dr. Seuss-like rhythm and rhyme to it :)

[willweb]

Thanks JD. I do have fun writing, but the most fun is if I can make someone else smile with my writing. Thanks for always coming to read and comment my friend.

[JD Major]

if you keep writing I'll keep reading :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and then he found his thrill on Blueberry Hill!

a very different Christmas poem, and very cleverly put together....
thanks for the smile, will,
j.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Jacob. Just a crazy idea that crossed my mind.