User:Club Boy1

Pie Poem

Sitting on a windows ledge on a warm summers day, sat a pie waiting to cool before the break of noon. Along came little Kelly with a sniffer oh so keen. He followed the scent oh heavenly bent, a pie found on the scene. He looked all around and only saw the ground. Thinking he was in the clear he took his finger and tasted that pie, Ummm, ummm, ummm my my. Along came old Mrs. Frye, why she picked up the broom and paddled his tush. Kelly didn’t care he took his blows. Grabbed that pie now everyone knows Kelly stole a pie from old Mrs. Frye.

-Club Boy1(CB)