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As for me
Big Boys Cry
Building Houses
By the Sunlight
Chicken Pot Pies
Day So Blessed
Doing it unto Me
Favorite Nail
Friend of God
Great White Hare
God is Love
He calls me
He Who Sees
Limerical Condition
Live Before I die
Marble Mansions
Muse Views
Nasal Despair
Poem of Peter
Quiet times
Reach for the Prize
Solitaire
Standing
Still the Bus
Such Knowledge
This I know
Thoughts
Watch me
What God wants
Chicken Pot Pies
I have to come out, I won't offer lies,
there's something I just can't disguise -
my tastes are different than other guys..
I'm simply in love with chicken pot pies.

It started when I was quite small in size,
when mother would shop for weekly supplies.
She worked for a living and thought it wise,
making pot pies one of her regular buys.

Loved them back then and this still applies-
Don't give me fried chicken wings or thighs,
don't serve a burger with greasy old fries,
don't cook fancy foods and don't improvise..

There's one taste sensation I dearly prize..
The best frozen meal you could ever devise..
If you want to impress or want to surprise,
just cook up a couple of chicken pot pies..

Now that this poem has reached it's demise,
I'll pre-heat the oven and say my goodbyes..