National Pie Day

I am married to a man who loves his pies as much as I love chocolate, so I thought I'd write him a poem for National Pie Day:

I Spy...

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with P.

It’s the Pastry crust,

An absolute must,

It’s bronzed perfection to me.

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with I.

It’s the Inside delights,

Meat hidden from sight,

I live for that steak and ale high.

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with E.

It’s Eating it, quick

Each bite, each lick

Gobbling up with such glee...

I spy, with my little eye,

My husband has raided the fridge.

He’s eaten my pie,

He cannot deny.

That’s vexed me more than a smidge. 

Rachel McCoubrie 24.1.19