I pretty much abandon most of my poems. But here's the last one I wrote, just for fun:

Pie are square, a noble man
Once cleverly opined
But I don't see how that can be
As pies always look round to me.

Behold the cobbler! Bubbly and hot,
Baking in its juice -
Usually cooked in a pan that's square
Or otherwise rectangulair.

Pie are round, cornbread are square,
Or so I've heard it said.
Although, cornbread may oft be found
To have been baked in a pan that's round.

Pie are square! Still they insist,
And so on till infinity;
So round or square, whate'er your choice
Let us now the humble pie rejoice.

2003 - KFC