pie

Author’s Note: This piece recounts a series of live-RP sessions I participated in with the 'Men of the Lost Realm'. The narrative has been shaped with a little help from AI.

Syllea woke late in the afternoon. She looked around, hoping Eira might still be there. Of course, she wasn’t. "That would be silly," she thought to herself. Syl then remembered the apple pie Eira had brought the night before that she had never eaten. It was gone from her bedside. She frowned, then muttered, “Why do these women always have to move my stuff?”

Is this a real pie? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a hunger dream, got no key for the pantry!
Open your eyes, just grab a slice and see...
I'm a poor Hobbit, I need pie regularly...
A little apple pie, cherry pie, mushroom pie, berry pie...
Any flavour really, it doesn't really matter, to me, to me.

Mama, just stole a pie, put a slice upon my plate, then I took a spoon and ate...
Mama, once I had begun, I just couldn't stop eating till it was gone.
Mama, oooh, didn't mean to eat all the pie, and now we won't have any pie tomorrow...

The Piem

Bring out the pie
Raise it up high
Up to the sky
A sight for sore eyes!

Put down that pie
Tempting, it lies
Keep off the flies!
From spoiling that pie

Look at the pie
The time is nigh
Take some to try,
No need to ask why!

Eat up the pie
Wave it goodbye!
Lick the plate dry,
With contented sigh

There's no more pie
Call out "oh my!"
It makes you cry
For more of that pie!