Pie

I know the strangest girl,
And her name begins with L,
She does the oddest things,
As you’ll hear me tell.

The other day she was hungry,
And decided she wanted PIE,
Well, okay, that’s fair enough,
But oh me, oh my.

She liked the oddest flavours,
First in went ice cream!
Quality though- it was Phish Food,
A girl goldfish’s dream.
(Especially when she’s just been dumped,
by that conceited catfish)
Next in went some cheap red wine
(‘cause the fish gotta get pished).
Next a frog, some jellybeans,
Hot porridge and its bowl,
But the oddest of ingredients,
Was definitely the toilet roll.

Yes, I know the strangest girl,
And her name rhymes with knotty,
And, though I’d not tell her to her face,
She’s certainly potty.
She ate up that pie, it’s true!
Every bit and scrap!
I was shocked, since I’m sure,
It must have tasted crap.
So if you want a food adventure,
Give that girl a call,
Though tomorrow you may be heading,
To the bathroom at a crawl...