Have you ever noticed how
Outside it is cold
And you still want pie
But there is none to be found
So you sit on the steps
Outside of your home
And wait for the snow
Because snow brings pie
And pie is tasty and warm
But sometimes it's cold
But pie is pie
And pie is good
Maybe Pete will bring pie when
He returns home
But until then
You sit alone
Outside your home
YOU ARE READING
Pie
PoetryA poem that the writer wrote a few weeks before thanksgiving. This was written while the writer was performing an experiment with her friend on a cold night. As you can tell the writer really wanted pie. Enjoy (:
