It's November

I found myself having an internal dialogue with my pumpkin pie,
it went something like this:

Don't worry, you're safe now, the piggy won't ever try to harm you again....now that we're alone, I want to tell you something....I know its been over a year, and I know I called you the prettiest pie of them all, and I know at some point in my life I considered to marry you but I realize I would just divorce you for the new pies baked the next day...no, no don't talk at all...I just want you inside me....now....


God, I love pumpkin pie, hurray for FALL!!!!