Pie, again

Once I ate a pie

filled with blackberries and why,

why was it filled with berries

of that blue-black kind,

is what i wondered; 

Most likely beacuse, Edgar

the cook made it that way,

that way with berries and sugar,

that fine day in mid-December.

-Wrote this Monday with the other. Again, don't ask. I just felt the need for posting. I feel a little crazy right now.

Pie

Once I ate a pie

A great big pie it was,

a pie with apples and cinnamon,

and a buttery crust because,

the baker cook made it that way,

that way with flour and eggs,

after eating a breakfast of toast,

of toast and coffee with dregs.

- Don't ask.