Steak Pie
Just for lunch the other day I thought I'd bake a pie
So I went to see my butcher, a diminutive little guy
"I'll have that steak up there" I said pointing to the top shelf
"I'm sorry" said the puny man "You'll have to help yourself"
Reaching up get the meat I asked the reason why
"Well you see" said the little man "I'm afraid the steaks are too high"
Poetry by Toonist
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Written on 2010-04-10 at 13:51
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