She likes to bake pies. |
In the middle of the night with the sleep still in her eyes, Pie-Ala Peach rose from bed so to bake a slew of pies. Being just her and her tabby without a summer moon in sight, beneath an August sky of stars, baking pies remained delight. Out the window Pie-Ala gazed at the ebon starry sky; then she set about her passion of preparing the first pie. Apple pie her choice, and never did she have regret because Pie-Ala Peach was one who did respect the alphabet. Miss Pie-Ala rolled the dough on the counter near the sink; In the silence of her kitchen she had time to think. Granny Smith lived in the bin--so did Juicy Macintosh; Peach stayed lost in thought until she uttered “ O my gosh!” In the end she went Granny knowing it was smart; but when she pealed a piece to taste she found Smith to be tart. Still she liked the bitter taste, thinking it would go with sweet; “My pies always are a hit!” Pie-Ala often would repeat. Pie-Ala formed the apple pie then started on blueberry; At half past two she poured the blue then she moved on to cherry. She turned her oven up to speed then loaded it with pies; Thus as the pies were baking, Peach beheld a new sunrise. Pie scent wafted through the neighborhood like many times before; soon her best friend, Sara Lee, was knocking at the door. “Come in my friend, I’ve lots pies--do partake of each.” Sara grinned then gushing said, “Pie-Ala, you’re a peach!” 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp August 2, 2013 Prompt: First line begins: In the middle of the night |