I think that I shall never spy
A poem as lovely as a pie.
A pie who owed it's very life
To loving chefs, a man and wife.
A tasty pie both wide and deep
with a slice that would make a surgeon weep.
A pie with a crust to tempt the gods
with a filling inspired by Sweeney Todd.
Poems are written by fools such as I
But only the Johnsons can make a pie