Bad poetry corner: “I Like Pie”

Meringue, mango, mincemeat —
I sure do like pie.
Apple, apricot, antelope —
Don’t ask me why.

I won’t beg
and I won’t grovel.
Put it on a plate,
put it on a shovel. 

Pie in the morning,
pie in the afternoon.
Pie in the evening,
pie on the third of June.

I love to bake a pie
just the way my grandma did —
snookered on a jug of gin,
and bare-butt naked.

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