Poetry (vol.1)PI DAY SPECIAL

In the blink of an eye, I devoured the pie.

the jam in my eyes, made me think about pi.

I hurried to the kitchen with a red mitten.

It took me an hour to just get the flour.

It's 9:30, I'd better hurry!

At last, my pie was ready, glazed, and topped with berries.

I made a little pi, with a blue colored knife.

Soon enough, I was pretty stuffed.

And I'm sure you can guess why.

PIE

I thought of more pie, without knowing why.

I made more and more, because not eating pie is such a bore.