STRANGE pie that is almost a passion, O passion immoral for pie! Unknown are the ways that they fashion, Unknown and unseen of the eye. The pie that is marbled and mottled, The pie that digests with a sigh: For all is not Bass that is bottled, And all is not pork that is pie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEEDLESS FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON POCAHONTAS by GEORGE POPE MORRIS ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SATIRE: 3 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES GIVE NOT WITH YOUR HANDS by MACKNIGHT BLACK |