*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[sourland]

I've had green pizza pie not high in the sky but close, nearby.

 

[Alaskan]

On a log with a fly?

 

[sourland]

In a bog, but good try.

 

[Alaskan]

Catching fish with some fry...


Yeah, yeah, that works

 

[sourland]

My, oh my, oh my

 

[Alaskan]

And now my mind is back to PIE!

 

[sourland]

pie, pie, high in the sky
make mine apple with rye
or if you're a true prince
I'd really like mince.

 

[Alaskan]

You can have all of the mince,
And also the quince.

I will have a shoo fly pie,
Or Mississippi mud pie!

 

[sourland]

So now, faux prince,
You won't provide mince?

Off into the gutter
as I harshly mutter.

 

[Alaskan]

The purpose in question
I type this last bastion
Of randomized, renegade words

To provide witty response
Several rhymes I'll ensconce
And send them like so many birds