My Life as a Pie

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asks us to consider ourselves as pies!

MY LIFE AS A PIE

I know I'll be judged by my outer crust,

Which is rather over-cooked.

It once was egg-brown, smooth and young........

I recall the way it looked.

Outward appearances mean so much,

And there's no-one we can blame.

But my filling is still the way it was,

My essence is still the same.

Although I like very mild food myself,

I hope there's a touch of spice;

I hope there's a touch of tart lemon;

Too much sweetness isn't nice.

I'd  like a few crunchy nutty bits,

A crispness of retort,

And I'd like a hint of marsh-mallow,

I think the strawberry sort.

I'd like my filling succulent,

So that it's fresh and moist;

I'd like to retain the juices

In which I once rejoiced.

I'd like a lot of variety,

Every fruit should have a place;

And I'd like something thick and solid

At the bottom, to make a base.

I don't want the pie to be obvious

In terms of its final flavour;

I want the eater to think a bit,

Roll it round his tongue and savour.

My filling doesn't sound haute cuisine;
It's not to everyone's taste,
But at least I'm sincerely hoping
That none of it goes to waste.
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LACK OF CONCENTRATION!

(Originally from a prompt from Mad Kane)

A fellow who loved a good fight

Was, also, not terribly bright.

When he got in the ring

He would dance or he'd sing

And then be knocked out like a light!

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PS

Rebecca had her hair coloured today.....'chocolate for Easter' she says! I must say I do think it looks very yummy.