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
(this good!)
4 comments:
mmmm...I could taste it from here.
jriggity
I know, Justin, it was very good.
And the best thing is they made two and left us the other one. Friends are nice but friends who bring pies are a gift from God.
yummo
That pie is looking good.
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