I decided to open up WordPress this morning and respond to the first challenge that I saw, and Charli Mills is, thus, the dubious recipient of my short-term attention span. Her challenge …. to write a 99 word story about free pie.
I would not normally consider writing about pie. I don’t even like pie. But that is the nature of a challenge, I suppose. And, at least, I didn’t have to actually eat one. And it’s not really a story.
But it is 99 words.
***
This body, clearly not ideal
Is purely circumstantial
Decisions on my every meal
Entirely financial
Caviar, imported wine?
A lovely suggestion ….
restaurants where I’d like to dine
Remain out of the question
Fast-food options, far and wide
Upset my self-impression
The lack of taste, a loss of pride
Leading to depression
So hungry for both for love and food
And lacking satisfaction
A desire to enhance my mood
Will put me into action
I’ll find a lady, short and stout
With a patisserie
I’ll woo her, and I’ll take her out
Then I’ll get my pies for free
***
Richmond Road 
Oh my gosh, I don’t like pie either! If I hear one more person ask, “How can you not like pie? It’s pie!” I’ll die. I’m all like, um, can I just get some cake?
Great poem! It made me laugh! 😀
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Actually I prefer pie to cake. Savoury only, though.
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Now THAT’S just weird! 😛
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I almost hit the ‘dislike’ button. How can you not like pie? Savory pies are the worst. They’re A LIE!
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Here in Oz the meat pie with tomato sauce forms a significant part of the staple diet, particularly whilst watching football on a Saturday afternoon simultaneously clutching a beer. An Australian man would consider it a slight upon his masculinity to be seen eating a strawberry or apple pie and I imagine one would be evicted from reputable football venues for attempting to do so.
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