Pious Pie Poem Puns

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Title:     Pious Pie Poem Puns
Author: Jared Barhite [More Titles by Barhite]

Dedicated to my Ex-Pier.

One pious afternoon in June
When pyronomics held full sway,
My pilot, fancy, led me on
To seek new fields, piebald and gay.

The pianet rested in shade,
The lark, piano-voiced, sang not,
But pining for some genial maid
To pioneer me to a spot,

Where pine or oak might shield from heat,
My thoughts turned piously to where
Pierian pleasures one might meet,
And pious converse jointly share.

Pyrometers were all at home--
No doubt the figures mounted high--
She sighed and said she could not roam,
Then pitt (i) ed me with cherry pie.

Piacular may she not be,
And thus escape the eternal pyre,
No pirate's heart would dance with glee
Like mine, to see that maid--Ex-Pier.

[The end]
Jared Barhite's poem: Pious Pie Poem Puns

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