The Psychic Man's Pie
The psychic man, how oh so queer
Was very afraid, he knew death was near
He knew just how, oh, how he would die
He would be poisoned, sadly, by a pie
His girlfriend would tell him "shut up, ya aint psychic!"
"Oh yeah, I just need a side kick!"
He bought a cape and mask and hid them under his bed
He was still afraid of how he would be dead
So he made a plan, to destroy all pie
His girlfriend told him to stop "F-Y-I"
His girlfriend said "People will just make more!"
"It shall not happen, Pie will end up in a morgue!"
He went to the pie factory
People wouldn't, pie wasn't mandatory
His psychic powers told him there were no guards
So he ran, unafraid, without regard
"So the guards were there." He thought being tackled.
"This makes no sense, it was foretold." He rattled
So he escaped and ran to the pie
A case of it fell on his head, he died
This was originally for my ELA class, but I figured I'd post it for comedy, though I realize it isn't very funny. R and R, or don't, this poem is nothing serious.