PIE

Beloved of lovers and louts

fruit cuddled into a loving nest

Pastrified puree on the half shell

raised to an upper crust

I always wanted to pie-man

and so Jean

the loving woman of many talents

tutored and taught

toted and bought

fruit for an army on the march

Prodded and poked

and then later soaked

with water on ice

consistency rice

on my very first try

I wanted to cry

Then lumpy or smooth

they rolled out like news

Sometimes OK

but mostly oy vay

Til by number 8

they began to come straight

and look like they should

improving my mood

And then number 9

came onto the line

and looking so tart

that I start to feel smart

So now I’m pie-man

no more from the can

I do it by hand

from scratch, with elan.

With berries or peach

I can walk down the street

a pie making lad

when pie’s to be had

So just call on me

with your rhubarb and see

just what I can do

to satisfy you

I’ll roll out the dough

butter topped fruit you know

makes crusts come out crisp

and you’ll get your wish

So follow your eye

and reach to the sky

Dare to delight

in a fresh pie tonight!