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Dec 2013
He sat in the corner, head tilted sideways
Friday.
Pi Day
“What's in my Pie, May?”
May said, “Nothing dear”
Pie on the pie tray
All day
Slave away
Delicious Pie for Pi Day.

“Hey, May”
“Yeah babe?”
“This pie tastes like...Old Bay”
“What'd you say?”
“Old Bay”
“Oh for shame, it's still the same.”
“Of course it is!”
Rat Poison
May was a criminal on that day.

Ty has died
Died from Pie
Pi Day Pie
Oh my
Oh my.
But May, that day, was found to say
“I came home from work and found him this way!”
Fork in hand, napkin over tie, Ty was ready to enjoy some pie.

“Pie didn't **** Ty”
May denies.
She cries
Lies
Covers her eyes.
The cloths are dry
Birds in the sky
Just another day, oh why oh why?

But May is sly
She made that pie
She made that pie to make Ty die.
Gary Kline
Written by
Gary Kline  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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