Piedemonium (A Real Family Tradition)

Every year
around November
A tradition comes
that’s always remembered

It’s not a turkey
roasted and stuffed
Nor knitted sweaters
itchy and rough

I’ll give you a hint
it starts with a p
Come on, blurt it out!
On the count of 3:

1-2-3-  Pie!
in excessive amounts
Apple, pumpkin, pecan
Say “desserts?” we pounce

And the warm pandemonium
settles into my tummy
My family is thinking,
Wow, that was yummy!

As shadows start to blanket
the evening night
We’re full of laughter
because we’ve all been pied!