Mushed Strawberry Revenge

The youngest Ogress heard a chortle
and turned…quick as a “Texas Tornado”
to see who was laughing at her.

Her eyes filled with tears
as she caught her fill
of the retreating backs of her ogre siblings…

Oh, the pain it would have caused
the youngest Ogress to have heard
the harsh remarks and the chortles of glee
that came from the window that day she baked…
For her soul was as tender as strawberries
                  Ripe ones
                  Being Mushed
                  for making jam 

Resolutely,
she dried her eyes.
She had made a vow not to cry.
            (No matter…
            the drought it would cause
            in the world far below…)           

She smiled….
Gazing out upon the view
as she began “Throwing in Imagination”
as she decided what to do.
            (She hadn’t vowed to not seek revenge, after all…
            And those strawberries
            had taken just about enough mushing!) 

She sniggered her own 4 and 12 hee, hee’s
as she came up with a “wonderful image…”
            A “darned good” idea,
            if she did say so herself,
to teach them about acting kindly.
            (She didn’t quite realize that by retaliating,
            SHE was the one
            that wasn’t acting kindly…) 

She went back to her kitchen
to throw together her concoction
            (From the “Mashed Potatoes in a Gravy Sky” cookbook)

She would use her 2 foot 19 inch frypan
“And[a] Turner”
            (the pancake variety...)
to cook her little lesson with.
And when she was done…
she would have
“A nice dainty dish to set before the queen”
            (or in this case…
            The ogress’s siblings…) 

Finally her meal was complete.
            (She knew it was one “to savor”!)
She dressed the table with care
and turned the lights low
for the perfect ambiance, you know…    
            (Don’t think too kindly of her yet…
            She turned those lights down low
            so they wouldn’t see the food and yell, “NO!”) 

The ogre siblings each came in
and with guilty looks
they took their places,
            (They didn’t suspect a thing…
            Who would, from a mushed up strawberry?)
as they gazed with delight
on the bowl piled high
with mashed potatoes and gravy. 

The Ogress…
                Oh, that princessy ogress…
She just smiled at them--
and began dishing out
what they had deserved all those years…
            Parsnips…
             with banana pudding for gravy! 

And for dessert,
you guessed it…
she served…
            Mushed up strawberries in jam           

You can bet that the next time
she turned lights down on low
and hinted about strawberry jam
those siblings of hers thought…
“hmmm…is there something going on,
I can see a plot, From gravy to grave…
i won’t be over for dinner…”