The Pie
© 2018 by P Michael Biggs
In my kitchen, there’s a pie.
Oh my, oh my.
However, it is not a pie
for which to die.
It’s good, it’s semi-sweet,
And no, it’s not made of beets.
though that would be a feat
but a lousy sweet treat.
It’s pumpkin,
not dumpling,
it’s made by Mr. Lumpkin
who has a munchkin
named Rumkin.
This poem must end
before I offend.
Can you comprehend
how hard to pretend
I am a poet
and don’t know it?
Originals by P Michael Biggs
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