A Sigh For A Pie To Tie With A Lie Poem by John Sensele

Don't claim a name on which blame
Deposits heaps of beeps, pips and quips
Offloaded with abandon near the same flame
That not long ago waved whips

Flogging, mugging and bugging you long before
The flame that singed your dearest dreams
In beams, seams, streams and reams of bream to the core
Where their torture teams

Kept a bush bill, wept for a civil kill, crept to a still till and swept
Harsh trash and slush cash that crashed the bedroom
In which you left
Your lover room

To prove she loved you heart
And soul to the extent where she'd die
For you by baking a cocoa cake and taking part
In sacrifices that charged premium prices for a sigh to decry a lie.