My husband and I once wrote a poem together, back when we were much younger. I had just read The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, and we played around with the idea of adding a refrain to the poem. Ed came up with that part, and it's all I really remember:
Through my window gently gleams
the salty sheen of your moonbeams
Anyway, it was my intent to post a poem about pie. I didn't get around to writing it. My husband came through for me though, and came up with this short poem fairly quickly. He has a knack for words, although he doesn't care for them much (unless he's trying to make someone laugh).
Hot or chilled;
Whichever pie you undertake,
Whistle merry as you make,
A slumb’ring circle sweetly bakes,
‘Till golden-kissed, it awakes.
One thing’s for certain:
I need crust.