'P' soup

How many words starting with 'P' can you squeeze into a paragraph...or two.


Picky Penelope Potter preferred to Picnic in the particularly parched but pleasant perimeter of the park.
She packed her perfectly prim and proper pannier with her personal pet provision picks.
Pumpkin Pie, Pistachio pudding, Pickled Pizza, Plum Pancakes, Pineapple potatoes and the Popular Pork popsicles! Just as Penelope previously predicted, her platonic pal Peter the play-write phoned and planned on popping by. Penelope was so pleased that she also packed a pleasant piece of praline prune pecan pie... Peter's personal passion! A Precocious passerby named paul pretended not to Peek or prick his ears up but he privately Perked up when he peered at the picnic prizes penelope had un-Packed.
He proceeded with a profound plan to pilfer the picnic pannier! Pretending to be the parks patrolman, He performed a brilliant phony prank persuading Penelope to flee due to the pestilent pernicious Penguins that were proceeding down Pennsylvania place Piloting towards the Park!! In a Panic, Penelope only picked up her pretty Pink pumps and purple purse and paced purposefully away .. Like a perfectly pure pilgrim she proceeded to PLead with people picnicking to PLEASE precede before Pernicious Penguins pillage the park!!! People perceived her as pretty peculiar!
Paul pilfered, pigged out, then promptly projectile puked! Perfect punishment!

scribble soup

Confessions of a dangerous mind

(or confessions of a shopaholic?)

The Sunday Scribblings prompt is confession while the
scribblers soup prompt asks us to Write a piece using only quotes from movie titles, book titles, song verses or titles.
I just had to try and combine the two! Warning.. It is Bananas! Nuts! (see if u remember where each of the quotes comes from!)

I made a midnight confession each night while you were sleeping
I would vigilantly be your watchman sending your winged angels and demons weeping

so turn your lights down low, as I say a little prayer for you
and think "oh my man I love him so, he'll never know"
(I am cuckoo)

I pledge NO touch of evil, eraserhead or night of the living dead
would dare disturbia the slumber song lulling your dreamy eyes and wispy head

Suddenly, Dreams from my father allow me to remember a thousand splendid suns I spent locked inside a temple of doom
Bad Memories waft me into a nightmare before Christmas past event and my Crazy mind swoons

I dreamed a dream where in a sea of love I was hopelessly devoted to you
but you cried One day more Of your shopping addiction and we are finally through

From Dusk till dawn I flail violently at my own demons,
but I can't get no... Sa Tis Fac Tion
I awake in a sea of blood and discover I've committed a sequential
fatal attraction