Friday, April 9, 2010

Artificially Flavored

A poem by Billy and me

Apple pie
see with your eye
see it in your smile
eat it for awhile

Crunchy and warm
filling in the form
Smell it in the air
Lying in an easy chair

Yummy in my tummy
Crumbs all over
Such a dummy

Mom will yell
So clean up well
Think to self, oh go to hell