Most husbands and wives have pet names for each other. I happen to call my wife “Sweetie Pie,” and wanted to celebrate her day, National Pie Day with this bit of silliness:

Sweetie (Pi)e

It’s a special day,
All about Pie.
National Recognition,
Mathematical Tie.

Third Month,
Fourteenth Day.
Time to honor,
Mrs. J.

Three Point,
One Four.
One Five Nine,
Infinite More.

Pie are Square,
No, they’re round.
Inside the Crust,
Surprises are found.

Hidden away,
Could be meat,
Or its contents,
Might be sweet.

It can be filled,
With Big Blueberries,
Georgia peaches.
Or Lambert Cherries.

For Halloween,
There’s pumpkin spice.
On Thanksgiving Day,
You’ll eat it twice.

When the Pie Man offers,
Sample slices to compare.
As Simple Simon says,
“Let me taste your ware.”

Key Lime in the Summer,
Hot Shepard’s in the Fall.
If there’s no time to make it,
There’s a bakery at the Mall.

Chicken Pot Pie,
Pizza Pie for dinner.
Mom’s Apple Pie,
A Blue Ribbon winner.

Chess is not just,
A board game.
Curds is where,
It gets its name.

Lemon Meringue,
Is fluffy and light.
Cream Pies in comedy,
Often take flight.

You wouldn’t throw,
A Strawberry Pie.
Or scare away pests,
With a Shoofly.

Pork or Peanut Butter?
Buttermilk’s better.
Is that Blackberry?
On your sweater.

A Ray Charles tune,
“Sweet Potato Pie.”
If you like s’mores,
Enjoy a Moon Pie.

But, the favorite dish,
That money can’t buy
Is a slice of YOU,
My Sweetie Pie.

Copyright 2019 johnstonwrites.com

This way it’s not just another day of retirement – it’s Pi Day. Now excuse me, I’m hungry for some pie!