Little Red ... Hen

There, now, didn't take all

that long, did it?  Incredulous

as you were, seeing me select

those plumply luscious red orbs

one by one, they're done now.

The kitchen sink is littered

with discarded stems and

cherry pits, the glistening

white countertop now steeped

in copious red juice, the bowl

brimful of destoned cherries.

Although I declined your

kind offer of help, ameliorating

your snort of amused derision,

you will help me eat the

cherry pie, of course?  Of

course you most certainly will!