After bickering over breakfast,
and stewing over it all day
she finally found what she wanted —
the clinching morsel.
Now she would serve him his just desserts.
What’s for dinner? he said.
Humble Pie, she answered
as she handed him the perfumed panties
she found in his drawers.
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* have you ever had the ‘pleasure’ of having to eat humble pie?
* photo from pexels.com
John Malone 
Brilliantly bitter, John!
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thanks Matthew. I worked hard on this one. It’s gone through five or six iterations. I think I’ve got from it all I can without hammering the point 🙂
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Big trouble has arrived.
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you got that one right, Neil 🙂
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Oh dear…LOL! A humble pie incident most would rather avoid at all costs. Well executed! I did not suspect that would happen.
Humble pie is the grossest thing I’ve ever had to dish myself and eat. Sand would be easier to swallow, in my opinion. But the dreaded pastry usually brings more favorable results than not eating it in the first place.
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thanks Beth; I worked hard on this one. Yes, humble pie is possibly my least favourite dish 🙂
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