I like pie.
I'll eat it till I die.
I like pie.
Until it goes to my thighs.
I like pie.
It is the only thing I want to buy.
I like pie,
it decreases the internal rumbling within my stomach that begs to be satisfied whilst providing a lingering scrumptious flavour that causes me to feel both delighful and light.
I like pie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem