O pie! what flavour hath Thou put on my tongue,
Which have no conformity with the coffee's vow;
Or, if they have, why ain't the buds of taste sung,
That rebukes severely what they perceive now?
O scorched pie! with burn marks thou shove me off,
How can it? O! How can thy hideousness be scoff?
The precious drop
A scorched tuna pie, as a result of my negligence.
Pie of the 3-U's --- Ugliness, Unattractiveness and Unsightliness.
An unmatched pair!