You hear those saint fainted swines? Slopping around ****** in muck. For hogs seeking bogs, bespatter the pink with thick mire. Dull sluggish foul smelled trolls, basking a bridges under cove, feasting on distant mare. But old boar’s belly’s’ under grown, he has not self meat to spare. Go elsewhere wise butcher. Go elsewhere. Grieve not thy ******* of purification, instead satisfactory of sales. He has not the soul to touch rare blood of a bessy hung by hook. Sars covered hands, sars drenched the feet. Not here butcher, elsewhere lay menial meat.

Eskimo Pies.  You have been the backbone of my existance.
Bland days and times of no work.  
You have sustainted me through it all.
Your lucious chocolate and creamy ice cream make my days bearable.

Vanilla dripping down my chin,
I have you on my side.
I will make do with you.
You, who have filled my life with sweetness.

I looked into unseeing eye;
it didn't blink
Tears pooled blurring my vision....
Perhaps I could pass through that shuttered gaze,
probe deeper within;
pass by blood and tissue
and reach the fleshy beating heart?
I closed my eyes and appealed with words,
clawed blindly at emotional walls;
pleaded with silent screams at pie in the sky dreams....but
Treachery had been there first;
plucking away...
stealing the heart with its persuasive sway

i made a shepards pie on a baking daygot my ingredients and put it on a trayi placed it in the oven and turned up the heaton the proper gas mark so it would cook the meati sat there for a while and got out my bookthought id have a read so the pie would cookthen i heard a tapping on the oven doorout popped the sheperd who was very sorebut from  my cooking lesson theres something that i learnt.do read book while cooking something could get burnt

lets make pie together.
Get everything ready
And put it between two sheets of dough.
Get heated.
You and i can make pie all night long.
In the dark using only the shadows of the moon.

this whole house smells like pie
or should i say pies
and what does that mean
that my only connections
will be absent and myself
alone
shades drawn and space blaring
my battalion against common fear
that silence means emptiness
that curious jeer means insult
that sweet interrogation means
we will never be apart

there is no such spare part
which could bring my lid
into a snug placement
it will always shake and rattle

there is no sized slice of this
that could satisfy
the space between here
and yesterday
and tomorrow

but how delightful and sweet though!
soft and creamy in its presence
y-h i beg
save me a slice

I just don't like the crust
This is what you should trust
But I like it in peaches and cream
Otherwise, It'd make me scream

So just open your mouth
And don't be uncouth
Don't be rude
Just have a taste of this sweet food

So now take it, and don't deny
That this thing tastes good and isn't dry
And I have a feeling we'll see eye to eye
Once you taste this delectable and delicious pie.

Pies can get you lots of things,
Pies can get you through your day,
Some use pies to get place to place,
While others use pies to stand and stay,
Pies can help you when you are flat on your back,
Pies can not help you to know, I confess,
The difference between the the English word "pīz"
and the Spanish word "pē-es"