A poem written from boredom

Old Mrs. Flowers baked her finest,

To enter at the Fair,

And Rudy loved his cherry pies,

But didn't like to share!

He flew into the kitchen window,

Which created quite a stir.

She chased him with a ragged broom,

So he turned and pecked at her.

Now Mrs. Flowers sleeps real late,

Her pie was a first place winner,

And tonight she will have it for dessert,

And have chicken soup for dinner!