“CUTIE PIE, MY, OH MY.” a poem, a.k.a.: “Life of Pi(e).” Sept. 30, 2019 (MOONday)
She has got a “cutie smile,” with a littleCutieBabyFat.
BUT She’sNOT fat or plump , youKNow SHE,
Is perfect OhSoCutie, just fo’ me,
I’m so excited when SHE’s around,
I take her hand, andYouKnowWhereWe’reBound.
That’sRIGHT, we’re headed toAsecludedPlace,*
So thatI can cuddle”Cutie” inAcutieSortAspace.
I LOVE CUTIE; I really do;
AndI’LL LoveHerForever, and Cutie too,
Will love me forever, ’cause CutieAndI fit,
For my name’s PI(e), and I love EVERY BIT,
Of my boot iful Cutie, yes, it’sTimeFo’ CutiePie,
Whenever I see her, I greet her with a SIGH,
I take her in my arms, and we do cook together,
Heatin’Up, not too abrupt, in any kind o’ weather.
And when we’ve done our “heatin’Thing,”
We go on the kitchen ledge, where cooling will bring,
Us to The Point, where we’ll be REALgoodEatin’
- – We like to call it “the oven.”