Sky in the pie!

A funny poem I thought I’d share.


Waiter, there’s a sky in my pie

Remove it at one if you please

You can keep your incredible sunsets

I ordered mincemeat and cheese


I can’t stand the nightingales singing

Or the clouds all burnished with gold

The whispering breeze is disturbing the peas

And making my chips go all cold


I don’t care if the chef is an artist

Whose canvases hang in the Tate

I want two veg. and puff pastry

Not the universe heaped on my plate


OK I’ll try just a spoonful

I suppose I’ve got nothing to lose

Mm… the colors quite tickle the palette

With a blend of delicate hues


The sun has a custardy flavor

And the clouds are as light as air

And the wind a chewier texture

(With a hint if cinnamon there?)


The sky is simply delicious

Why haven’t I tried it before?

I can chew my way through Eternity

And still have room left for more


Having acquired a taste for the Cosmos

I’ll polish this sunset off soon

I can’t wait to tuck in the night sky

Waiter! Please bring me the Moon!



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