The Pie

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?

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Donuts

Donuts

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

What in tarnation.

I’m surrounded by temptation.

It abounds.

It’s round.

I’m in donut nation.

Chocolate, maple,

sugery.  Am I able?

I should persist.

Can I resist …

donuts?

I love donuts.

But … But …

They don’t look good

on my butt.

What if I fail?

Can anyone tell?

Don’t send me to jail

Over one donut.

But I just worked out.

Then I was out and about

And the donut shop

Just screamed at me to stop.

I’m not all that bad.

Only one I had.

I couldn’t resist.

It’s just … it’s just

I like donuts.

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The Bus

The Bus

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

The wheels on the bus go round and round.

They say it may be headed down town.

Oh, the sights we’ll see.

We may even climb a tree.

Let’s all get on the bus.

Kids and adults, we all can go.

You really don’t need a lot of dough.

The ride will be fun,

once it’s begun.

Let’s all get on the bus.

The laughs are aplenty.

even if you wear red tennies.

Don’t forget your hat,

don’t bring the cat.

Let’s all get on the bus.

Our bus trip is all done now.

We laughed, we talked, we ate some chow.

We had great fun.

Care to do it again … anyone?

Let’s all get on the bus … again sometime.

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Originals by P Michael Biggs