There's nothing like a pie fight that turns enemies into friends No use trying to talk it out And try to make amends Just try to keep a straight face When you see your enemy in disquise And you will see their reaction When your face is full of pies So you were dressed up for the evening Oh well, It would not have been as much fun Or maybe dressed for a client Long forgotten when the day is done So when you see a pie fly by Forget the pomp, grab a pie and run Just look for the nearest variety And join in the fun
Reason for writing:
Thinking of my Grandmother
Birth sign: Libra
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