Write a poem using a conventional rhyming structure about a pie eating contest. Make sure one of the rhymes in the last stanza is “pie."
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Write a poem using a conventional rhyming structure about a pie eating contest. Make sure one of the rhymes in the last stanza is “pie."
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All over town, bright posters fly,
Announcing a contest, you can't deny,
It's a pie-eating race, a tasty delight,
Where contestants battle with all their might.

The pies are lined up, no longer hot,
The rules are simple, eat a lot,
Also don’t vomit, keep that pie down
Eat the most pie and be given the crown.

The timer begins, the “go” signal sounds,
The contestants start, the crowd surrounds,
With forks and spoons, the site is surreal,
What they down in a second you could call a whole meal.

The clock ticks on, the pies are all gobbled,
The crowd cheers on, and soon some are hobbled,
And in the end, there can be only one,
The victor, the king, of the pie-eating fun.

With an extra full belly, and a full happy heart,
The winner basks in the pride and the art,
Of being the best, the champ of the day,
And getting the dough, in more than one way.

So let us raise a slice of our own apple pie,
To the star of the contest, the reason why,
We gather each year, to eat and cheer,
And enjoy the sweetness, that's oh so dear.
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Write a poem using a conventional rhyming structure about a pie eating contest. Make sure one of the rhymes in the last stanza is “pie."</s>
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All over town, bright posters fly,
Announcing a contest, you can't deny,
It's a pie-eating race, a tasty delight,
Where contestants battle with all their might.

The pies are lined up, no longer hot,
The rules are simple, eat a lot,
Also don’t vomit, keep that pie down
Eat the most pie and be given the crown.

The timer begins, the “go” signal sounds,
The contestants start, the crowd surrounds,
With forks and spoons, the site is surreal,
What they down in a second you could call a whole meal.

The clock ticks on, the pies are all gobbled,
The crowd cheers on, and soon some are hobbled,
And in the end, there can be only one,
The victor, the king, of the pie-eating fun.

With an extra full belly, and a full happy heart,
The winner basks in the pride and the art,
Of being the best, the champ of the day,
And getting the dough, in more than one way.

So let us raise a slice of our own apple pie,
To the star of the contest, the reason why,
We gather each year, to eat and cheer,
And enjoy the sweetness, that's oh so dear.</s>
