Pie King

He walked into his larder for a snack
He looked on shelves both front and back
But he found nothing to eat
This growling stomach would soon have him beat.

Until a treat came across his eyes
This fabulous confection took him by surprise
It’s crust so luscious and golden in color
This pie made of peach made him slobber

The pie was large and delicately made
Lou could already taste those peaches pureed
As he inhaled the delicate scent,
All of his willpower soon was all spent.

He moved toward the pastry and reached out his hands
He wanted it so badly he’d have traded his lands
He stuffed the pie into his colossal mouth
With a lick and a gulp from there it went south.

When he finished the splendid pie, he still needed more.
There was not a crumb left; not on the plate, not on the floor
He had to find another slice
It should be quite clear that food is his vice.

How he wanted more pie alas there was none left
He could steal not, for that would be theft
Other cakes, cookies, or pies must be near
To not have some sweets caused worry and fear

An idea hit him, just like a stone
A shop was not far from his home
To try another option would just be a bore
There were certainly more pies in the grocery store

The pies were all there, too many to count
He was willing to pay no matter the amount
His stomach growled just like a bear
He had not a care

Lou stuffed his face, he chewed and he chewed
Any sense to stop he clearly eschewed
He ate like he was in a race
He could not keep eating at this break neck pace.

His stomach bulged with the excess
He was so full but did not take a recess
His belt buckle broke, his shirt buttons popped
Lou began to choke, soon his vomit would need to be mopped

Lou threw down the pies, and tried to run through the door
How could he have thought that he needed more
Oh how big were his eyes
To have eaten so many pies

Out to the garden he flew, his health headed south
The pies he could still taste in his mouth
Oh poor, poor fat Lou
His story ends here- farewell, adieu.