Pies Poem by Phil Soar
Pies
The pies she makes have made me fat
I have no cause to question that
She fills them with her love and meat
No wonder I have got bad feet
They can't support my ample frame
But I still eat pies all the same
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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5/4/2024 8:19:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Funny poem! you should start to practice yoga!