Happy Pi Day
Pierre “Pie” Pierce
Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye.
three point one four inch saw,
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
Inmates began to shout;
hacking at the jail bars,
sawing, breaking out.
The warden, in his office,
sleeping all the day;
till alarms went ringing,
they ran to get away.
Sing a song of six men,
running for their lives,
with the help from a baker,
who sent them several knives.
The baker is off baking,
a P.I. showed at his door,
asking lots of questions,
on and on, forever more.
Packing up the truck,
apple, plum and grape
off to county prison,
to plan the next escape.
Carry pies carefully,
wipes his glasses clear.
Stands up straight and tall,
and puts on his face of cheer.
The baker meets the guard,
with a glimmer in his eye,
I’ll ask you once again, Sir,
What is in the pie?
The Daily Mobster 