Emma and the Pies

Emma was a pretty girl, And was pretty wild. She never minded what people said, Nor did she mind her mother. Mornings when she left for school She also left her books, Everyone would look at her, And also gave her looks. She loved to comb through magazines, Yet never combed her hair, Her dad thought she should step it up, So she’d step in puddles. Now Emma wasn’t really bad She just had had bad habits, Deciding to turn her life around, She turned right on the street. Now as the child was trucking on home, She saw a truck come at her, The driver was screaming “Are you mad?” It seemed he was mad at her. She stood and watched the truck tip Heard a tip, get out of the way. The driver jumped out and flew in a rage, While thousands of pies flew through the air. As the pies began to land On people and on land, They all turned red, orange and blue Emma almost felt blue too. Now as she stood there looking sweet Tasting the sweet from her dress, Absolute anarchy went down As people bent down to delight in a good old fashion pie fight. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 10.13.2014 Plenitude of Pies Contest 8th