Description: Pecans are attacking my house.
(And they are NOT PEE-cans, they are puh-KAHNS (yes, like The Wrath of... , exactly!) Nobody wants to eat a PEE-can, ewwwwwwww! Stop calling them that, you damn yankee rots.
Pie to Die For -------------------------------------------
I picked pecans up, cracked pecans,
shelled them till my fingers split.
I mixed flour, rolled out crust
and fit it in a round pie tin.
I mixed pecans and stirred pecans,
and baked him pecan pie.
Who knew he was allergic?
Not I, I swear, not I!
hahaha I love it. The title intrigued me, and the description made me laugh. I certainly don't want a pee-can. ha
I like the way it's all worded so nicely. You give bad intentions such a pleasant twist. The frequent use of "pecans" was a little suspicious haha.. in a great way, because it made the end even funnier.
I was in a sh*tty mood, but this cheered me up.
It's 'Revolting Rhymes' by Roald Dahl. Get it. Love it. Yes. Also, in case you haven't read much of his stuff, the twits and george's marvellous medicine are both supreme. I'm basing this solely on your poetry, but I think it would be right up your street. Yes.
Oh god, this company we have in england (are you british? or american? or denomination unknown?) 'aunt bessie', god, they made the BEST pecan pie you could possibly imagine, and then a few years ago they just stopped selling it. My mum told me there was a pecan shortage, but I'm pretty sure she was lying.
Also, you're mad. And you write the most hilarious poetry. I can only ever write about 'serious' (aka f.ucking miserable) stuff, and that's generally what you find on here. Your stuff is so refreshing.
'Not I, I swear, not I!'. ROFL ROFL ROFL.
Yup.
It's like nursery rhymes for adults. I think Roald Dahl had a book of poems like this...naughty rhymes? or something.
Submission Name: Pie to Die For
