The boy with the giant pie
Back home he sat in a chair,
glazed in a contented stare.
For this day was like no other,
now heroes were his brother.
Twas when the lunch bell rang
that his rise to godhood began,
from his lunch box he revealed
a monster that lay concealed.
With two hands he gripped,
wrapper with teeth he ripped,
and stood under the lights
as he took a couple of bites.
Suddenly came a piercing cry
as kids just could not believe,
a boy could eat such a pork pie
surely the crust he would leave
eye’s much bigger than belly,
was said with doubting nods
as he slowly ate pork and jelly,
and pastry made by the gods.
‘will you just look at the size,
the girls said with a wink,
now drawn to large scale pies,
as it visibly started to shrink.
Twas indeed a short crust beast
and could feed a family of five
or a heroes lunch break feast
assuming he would survive.
Finally he ate the last crumb,
a legend throughout the school,
and though his jaw was numb
he’d become the king of cool.