Advent Poems (Dec 21st) - My Last Mince Pie

I hate mince pies, mince pies suck
The chewy, slimy, sickly mess
One more pie I swear I’ll chuck
I couldn’t like those mince pies less

All month long I’ve had to munch
Each day and every night

Pies for breakfast, pies for lunch
I cannot take another bite

I’m full, I’m done, I’m going to die
My head and guts are reeling

As every chew of every pieGets less and less appealing

So burn and destroy all supplies
I’m sick to death of fresh mince pies

Copyright © 2007 Glyn Harries