It's Friday Pie Day because pie heals all ills (according to our new provost), but today is also Penultimate Friday--the second-to-last Friday classes of the semester--and I for one am ready to celebrate. I'll teach three classes on Monday and then a full week after Thanksgiving, but despite the mountain of grading I'll need to drill through, I'm seeing some glimmers of light at the end of the tunnel. It's an oddly shaped shaft of light, like a wedge--or a piece of pie. It's Penultimate Friday! Let 'em eat pie!
Pie makes so many things better--even poetry:
Let us go then, you and I
and fetch ourselves a piece of pie.
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How do I love pie?
It would require all the digits of pi to count the ways.
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Two pies diverged in a yellow wood
and I ate them.
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Because I could not stop for pie--
it kindly stopped for me--
banana cream and pumpkin pie--
scrumptiousiality.
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The pie comes in
on little crust feet.
It sits looking
so sweet and enticing
in silent splendor
and then it's gone.
2 comments:
I love these!
mmmm, pie poetry! I love these too. Survey of Poetry was my favorite English class in college (humanities minor along with my bio major!).
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