Don, The Pieman

Don, The Pieman

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 20, 2010

He appears very quietly at the vending machine

He walks away with something wrapped in green

Apple pie again, but isn't that scary

What if the pie turned out to be cherry

Very quickly at his own stride

He takes a walk outside

Further in back to have some solitude

A kind person who is never rude

He likes to ride down and fish at the dock

But his bike was stolen, he didn't have the right lock

A white laundry basket that is a twin to mine

Don't let your clothes overflow or you'll get behind

Hey Don, I think it's cherry pie today

You like them both, so any kind is okay

Is your daughter coming today to play?

I know you like games when she comes your way

Don, the pies are out today my friend

Time for the vending man to come again

Why can't he get blueberry or peach

Sometimes life can be such a beach!

Don, this poem is for you. I hope you like it,

because now I am hungry for a pie, But since

I am writing this early in the morning and past

my bedtime, I better not eat anything. I'll try one

soon, and when I do, I'll think of you.