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Sky in the Pie!
by Roger McGough

Waiter, there’s a sky in my pie
Remove it at once if you please
You can keep your incredible sunsets
I ordered mincemeat and cheese


I can’t stand nightingales singing
Or clouds all burnished with gold
The whispering breeze is disturbing the peas
And making my chips go all cold


I don’t care if the chef is an artist
Whose canvases hang in the Tate
I want two veg and puff pastry
Not the Universe heaped on my plate


OK I’ll just a spoonful
I suppose I’ve got nothing to lose
Mm… the colours quite tickle the palette
With a blend of delicate hues


The sun has a custardy flavour
And the clouds are as light as air
And the wind a chewier texture
(With a hint of cinnamon there?)


This sly is simply delicious
Why haven’t I tried it before?
I can chew my way through to Eternity
And still have room left for more


Having acquired a taste for the Cosmos
I’ll polish this sunset off soon
I can’t wait to tuck into the night sky
Waiter! Please bring me the Moon!