She sold me a pie again. Damnit. I cannot let this continue!
Sorry, the very appealing young lady who works two mornings and one evening a week at my local dairy has once again used her wiles to sell me a pie.
This must stop! From now on it will take more than a pretty face and a pair of tight jeans to sell me a pie at three bucks fifty!
So I have committed her evil pie selling trickery to rhyming form in order to dispel her influence:
ODE TO THE PIE SIREN
Behind the counter she stands and waits,
twiddling with those dark brown plaits,
waiting to sell me a a pie of vege’s and curry,
slowing me down when I’m in the morning hurry,
How dare she use her feminine appeal,
to make me buy pies for my morning meal,
its all a plot to make me pack on another pound,
so that when I walk I shake the ground,
Tall and slender and pretty as well,
dammit! The pie selling fiend must go to hell!
“Would you like a pie with your paper?”
asks she on her selling caper,
“No thank you” says I wanting to run a mile,
but my defiance cannot withstand that smile,
“it’s full of curry and vege’s in cut up little bits”
I hear little as I am focussed on her … shoes.
“Really… I must not buy a pie” I say in last resort,
“I’m sorry” says she, the sad face a perfect retort,
“Oh okay then… if it means that much to you I will”
her face lights up as if this is some great thrill,
But never again will I fall for the pie siren’s charms!
next time with a Burqa I shall go armed!
A perfect figure and eyes in which one could drown,
will do nothing to offset my vexed big frown,
Just because her tops have been through the dryer too often,
my non pie buying stance will not soften!
Keep your pies with their curried goodness my sweet,
I shall start going to Mr Patel’s four square down the street!
Anyone else here being manipulated and influenced by attractive women folk using their cunning feminine wiles to achieve their evil ends?
Why do I ask? Probably most of us