WHO DOESN'T LOVE BALLADS?

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Or am I just crazy? Iambic tetrameter is ever so much fun.

Of apple pie I come to speak
An apple pie of great
Prestige and note for which I lust
Although in vain I wait

In shires of old this pie was baked
With fruit of early fall
The spice with which this pie was made
Could not be found by all

Great men of knowledge did they call
To find their longed for spice
This spice did spring from Shanghai far
Where those from home weren't treated nice

The flour they used was enamoréd
By all the peasants there
And by the lords from Whitehall grand
The pastries thereof ensnared

The great and wise did long debate
On how the food was made
The chefs from those small shires had
With care and passion made

With kilns of iron and magic they baked
With charms and care they cooked
Until gold-brown the pies were done
Fine indeed the new pies looked

Then one day calamity struck
Without a trace they went
In midst of flood time did they go
And thus their art was rent

And so today their mem'ry fades
And so I try to save
The greatest pie there ever was
I sing this till my grave

It's a ballad. About apple pie. O_o
*fap* *fap* *fap* *fap*
Where did you get this?

EDIT: Oh, nevermind.
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It's a ballad. About apple pie. O_o


there's a song by "the strawbs" called lemon pie that somehow I think you'd like. The song's kind of fruity though.














Wow I'm witty...
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