Poem-A-Day: Day 314

Slices of Pie

A piece of pie,
a piece of apple pie,
of pumpkin pie,
of apple pumpkin pie,
a piece of pizza pie,
some rhubarb pie,
a piece of pizza rhubarb pie,
a slice of cherry pie,
the blueberry pie,
slice of cherry blueberry pie,
have peach cobbler,
have pot pie,
try some pot peach cobbler pie,
key lime pie,
and pecan pie,
one slice of key lime pecan pie.

Of all the pies,
the miles of pies
lined end to end
to end to end,
the meringues and custards,
flans and tarts,
there remains just one inedible,
yet strangely circular.

Each slice of pi
seems to go nowhere,
just unending filling,
filling the void
and circuitous thought.