PIE (Repetetive description)

You know whats fun? PIE

In this new entertaining genre, I will be describing and focusing on one thing: PIE!!!!!!!

Pie.   

Walking home, I pass by Mrs. Smith’s house, and smell the delicious scent of PIE. Pie is good, good pie is great. Pie is delicious, tasty, succulent. Pie is like all good in the universe crammed into a pie crust filled with pie filling, topped with a pie top. Pie is what all is. Pie is all that ever was. Now, Pie is everywhere, not just on Mrs smith’s windowsill, but everywhere. Every single place I look, i see pie, pie, pie, pie, PIE!!! Pie can solve many things. Hungry? Pie, pie pie pie pie. Need to throw something into another persons face? Pie, pie pie pie pie. Whats the area of a circle? r2  times pie, pie pie pie pie. Pie and mark, sitting in a tree. E-A-T-I-N-G E-A-C-H O-T-H-E-R.  If I eat the pie, would Mrs Smith scold me? pie. Would it be delicious? PIE. Worth it? PIEEEEEYYY!!!!!! Pie Pie Pie Pie. I think its safe to say that I am going insane, and all these pies flowing around me seem very hungry. Blueberry pies, apple pies, cream pies, chocolate pies,little pies, big pies, pies made out of pies, pies so big they are carried by legions of pies sitting on other floating PIIIIIEEEEESSSS. I look down at myself. Am i sane? Am i alive? The pies start attacking, taking large bites out of me. I fight back, endulging in their fruity goodness. but I am outnumbered, and the pies devour me.The irony of it! I wake up, face buried in Mrs. Smith’s pie. I look up to see her snarling face, and run away.