there was an old man who baked pies
though he wasn’t especially wise
he put one to cool
on his wife’s kitchen stool
now she walks round with berry stained thighs
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Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Promt – pies
A place for poems and pics
Hum a tune today
a simple sound that
starts deep inside, then
rises up rushing past
cords, plucking them along
the way, bouncing around
in cavities and tickling lips
as it sneaks out into
the open
no need to be a seated
Memnon or wait for
the rising sun to strike
all
alone
or in a crowd
hum a little tune today