There once was a guy
who was eating a pie.
When asked “why the pie?”
he couldn’t say why.
They saw through the lie,
so they all said goodbye.
Now alone with his pie,
the guy wondered why
he hadn’t been sly,
and made up the why.
For up in the sky,
the big sun makes him fry.
In calculating pi,
in the math he came by,
to discover just why
his crisping was nigh.
Answers did he scry
for preventing the fry.
A solution was pie,
spread low to high
all up from his thigh
to the top of his eye.
So his friends all said bye
from his lie of a pie.
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