The lavender pie he swiped from the tables gave way to many creating tall fables
they ran down the corridor, looking for more giggling and romping until they were sore
running through the library and lush gardens proper leaving behind nothing but messes to topper
he and his friends saw no end in sight until one of the staff gave them a terrible fright
"you'll leave The Gem Hotel with nothing but haste before I send for the constable to come and lambaste"
it seems peering eyes had thrown things awry when the dishwasher had seen him pilfer the pie
they hid in a room, large and ornate so large in fact, they could not berate as the echoes of the mob could be heard from their gait their fates to be held by a simple-something they ate
the friction was taught, so tight it could tear until one of them noticed a phone behind a chair
"quickly, I have a plan" he said and rung the front desk ring "we bewail our actions, were nothing but pests" "meet us out front and we'll put this to rest" "How will we know this isn't a test to best?" "I'll be in the window with no other guests" clink
So he stood in the 2nd story window with defiant disruption as the crowd who had gathered went into full bore eruption
cheers and wails a mixed bag of admiration as rumors of the scamps had swirled from the situation
his friends slipped outside as he looked up at the sky "All of this over a little purple pie?"
*jump
This is a poem built from a book I'm writing called lavender. The story takes place in a grand hotel and follows the misadventures of a motley crew.