Ode to Pie (or Pie a la Ode)
Oooooohhhhh, Pie!
Pie that hath melted on my tongue with cream both whipped and iced . . .
Pie that bursts with berry, or lemon,
Dances with banana or tempts with chocolate . . .
Forget all thought and crumb of cake,
For who eats cake with such pastries displayed? Nay, but bow-
Pumpkin, thou queen of Holiday; Custard, repast of peasants--Ooooohhh!
Apple Pear Ginger in the perfect crust, let me not miss thy fleeting season!
Oh, that I were a spoon, that I might touch that french silk.
*curtsy*
Let's hear your NONAPIPO.
9 comments:
What a perfect pic of you, Krista! The very image of loveliness! =D
Happy Pie Making!
Yum! This looks much more delicious than my LoBoTrAnMo - the Local Book Trailer Animation Month.
I'm yearning . . .
Glad I helped to inspire!
Let me try!
Oh sweet pie, sinking my teeth into your moist, succulent goodness. Swirly frosting melting on my tongue...oh wait...CAKE!
Ha! Shelli, you crack me up. You Caker.
Don, LoBoTrAnMo sounds crunchy.
Oh man, you're good. I'm not even going to try. I'm sorry, but it's the Blunt Brain syndrome today. Again. :) But I'm very impressed with your efforts. And are we really getting a pie-poem-a-day all the way through November? Awesome!
Amy
Sorry, only one pie-poem for THE MONTH. I've got things to do! :)
You guys are funny playing around with NaNo words like that! I keep trying to say it again and again, but I can't without looking at it. Haha! :)
You and your sister are making my mouth water, because I can only imagine your pies. I think I'll go bake one right now.
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