Mud Pies
By Rosemary Williams
I found a bit of mud today
Enough to make a pie
Enough to make ten pies, to be true
So I made them on the fly
And soon that person who hates me so much
Came calmly strutting by
I was half tempted to sling a cake
But kept my hand by my side
Hey sister! I called and she came right up
And asked where I got all the mud
I said I had just found it sitting there
Probably left from a flood
And suddenly all those pies became
The property of my sister
She insisted I hand them all over to her
But me, a stalwart resister
Kept my hand in those pies, kept my foot in them too
And told her to go ahead and take
The ones that were left, she could have them, she could.
But I told her they’d turned into cake.
Then she only wanted the pies that I had.
If she couldn’t have them, she’d scream.
So I gave them to her one by one
In the manner of a pie clowns’ dream.
ROSEMARY WILLIAMS
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February 3 2026: Day 176
Usually, I write about experiences, but this one never really happened. I’ve never thrown mud pies at my sister. But it was fun to write. 😅
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