Ode To A Butter Pie

An Update To My Ode For A Butter Pie For The Vocal "From Across The Room" Challenge

A wonderful friend was in a very mischievous mood last night and suggested I updated this for the Vocal "From Across The Room" Challenge, and she knows I can resist anything but temptation, so I have added a second poem to enter the challenge.

I have loved Butter Pies since I was a child, certainly not the healthiest delicacy but, as my friend Laura stated “Food of the Gods”.

Also known as a Catholic Pie as it was baked to be eaten on "no meat" Friday.

It was a staple at Preston North End until the Pie Makers Ashworths went under in 2007 but returned in 2010

A Few Recipes For A Butter Pie

I usually get mine from Booths

Here is my Across The Room ode: using the pindaric ode form:

Across The Room

I Saw The Pie

My Mouth Watered

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Oh Butter Pie

I Need To Taste

You On My Tongue

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Salty And

Sensual

You In My Mouth

Heavenly Taste

And Butter Fine

You Now Are Mine

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Here is my second ode: using the pindaric ode form:

Food of the Gods

That’s Laura’s words

And are deserved

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Oh Butter Pie

A Taste Sublime

A Superb Bite

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Potato And

Onion In

A Shortcrust Case

So Full of Taste

And Butter Fine

This Pie is Mine

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