Sunday, March 20, 2011

my tasty Pie

so they cry
I care not why
of a fry
as small a fly
as they lie
up on their sty
still they cry
loud through the sky
and they pry
deep pits as high
as their thigh
can drag them nigh
down the aye
of their own sigh
to heed lie
they sought with eye
blind with rye
drunk like a guy
aim to vie
his peer with sai
hit not thigh
pierce but a shy
hint of wry
pride he has dye
to his tie
of no end ply
yet they cry
of jokes they nie
they thought mye
off blight of fie
I made wye
to suit my Pie

**rye-The oldest native American whiskey.
**sai-A handheld weapon with three prongs, used in some Oriental martial arts.
**nie-Small particles of hardened steel, martensite crystals , in the habuchi large enough to be seen with the naked eye.
**mye-Antibiotic for people who have an allergy to penicillins.
**wye-A track arrangement with three switches and three legs for reversing the direction of a train.

Care to retell my story in comprehensible words? better if you know what it means to.