Pumpkin Pie Dreams

Robert tossed and turned all over the bed,

He snuck to the kitchen to take just a bite.

But Lois was watching him carefully last night.

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No light did he turn on as he slunk to the kitchen,

For sweet pumpkin spices, his taste buds were itching.

He tiptoed and carefully went for a look,

He'd blame it on some unknown pumpkin pie crook.

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He ne'er made a sound as he reached for the pie,

When suddenly the lights glared into his eyes,

Lois was standing like a fierce watchdog growling,

And then poor Robert began to start howling,

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"I only was looking, I SWEAR, not a bite."

But Lois had caught him red handed last night,

"If you try that again when you think I'm not looking,

The turkey won't be the only thing cooking."

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Robert left the room, defeated, head hung.

No sweet pumpkin sample, oh man how that stung!

As he put his head down on the pillow and rested,

He dreamt of the pie he wished he had tested.

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He woke up in darkness at silent mid night,

After tossing and turning craving pumpkin delights,

He crept to the kitchen to try yet again.

But he tripped on the cat and ran into the pans.

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He slunk on the steps of the basement down under,

Not daring to be found at another food plunder,

He picked up a hammer and pounded the thing,

Saying," This is my castle, she isn't the king."

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He grumbled and mumbled while pumpkin pie called,

And hammered the workbench and pounded the walls,

If he couldn't have a bite, he would make such a fuss,

And stir up the basement, create a big muss.

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Lois ran to the kitchen at the sound of the rumble,

She'd had quite enough of his pumpkin pie grumbles.

Opening the door to the basement below,

There he sheepishly stood in the aftermath glow.

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In ashes and dirt from his head to his toes

A blackened sledgehammer, a sooty black nose

"Some king of the castle," she humphed, with a grin,

Sweety picked up the key and she locked Robert in.

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She answered quite calmly as he yelled from below,

"Bad children get locked in their room, don't you know?

This may be the castle in which you are king,

But the queen of this palace has her own mighty sting."

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In her apron she pocketed the old basement key,

And returned to her work, humming loudly with glee.

In the fridge, reached behind the pizza on the shelf

And took out a tiny pie she'd made for herself.

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Savouring each bite as the floor below rumbled,

The queen moaned in pleasure while the king loudly grumbled.

You can't save your pie and then eat it too,

Unless you're the queen who prepared and made two.