Classic Poem

Loveliest of Pies

Loveliest of pies, the cherry now
Completes a fine repast;
'Tis not the first I've ordered, lads,
But it will be the last.

For soon they'll slit my trouser-legs
And shave my head, and then
They'll sit me in the chair from which
I'll never rise again.

The lengthy error known as Life
Began in a single cell,
And that is where for luckless lads
It sometimes ends as well.

And so it's down the row I go
With my eternal curse
And that's what comes of reading
Pessimistic verse.