A taste of pie poetry
*Please excuse the roughness of the poetry. It's still rough and in the works.*
Schy's Pies Poem #1
There once was a girl named Schy,
Who more than anything loved pie.
She would stand on her nose,
With a rose in her toes,
And sing to all who passed by,
“My name is Schy!
Would you like some pie?
I make them all with love.
Please, no need to shove!
There’s enough for all, don’t be shy!”
And people would come from far and wide.
Some would walk and some would ride.
To sit with Schy,
Eat her wonderful pies,
And cast not a crumb aside.
So look at the ground,
When you’re walking around.
If you see a nose,
Or some toes with a rose,
You’ve found Schy and her pies abound!
Laya LS Martin-Tardy
Schy's Pies Poem #1
There once was a girl named Schy,
Who more than anything loved pie.
She would stand on her nose,
With a rose in her toes,
And sing to all who passed by,
“My name is Schy!
Would you like some pie?
I make them all with love.
Please, no need to shove!
There’s enough for all, don’t be shy!”
And people would come from far and wide.
Some would walk and some would ride.
To sit with Schy,
Eat her wonderful pies,
And cast not a crumb aside.
So look at the ground,
When you’re walking around.
If you see a nose,
Or some toes with a rose,
You’ve found Schy and her pies abound!
Laya LS Martin-Tardy