If you’re kept away,
or having a bad day,
it’s easy to say that
there is a great way

to ease your soul.
Take control,
and take a stroll
down to the nearest coffee knoll.

Name your poison and spy
to see what catches your eye.
Give into the urge, be that guy
that takes his leave from “something” pie!

Comfort food the way mom made it,
never a need to go and berate it,
for a good piece of pie will keep me sedated!
It would be well worth the wait. It

gives my karma an instant hit,
as I savor every bite i’ve bit,
a la mode, for the hell of it…
I’m in nirvana (or just South of it).

The wonders of pie will never cease,
apple or cherry gives me release.
from the glass rotisserie, it will tease
but that’s how pie is. So give me some please.

Foisted with whipped cream, that looks great!
It gives me peace. Just leave the plate!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

For Poetic Asides by with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt 314: Pie


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