Sky in the Pie!

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 try 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?)

The sky 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!