A to Z Blogging: P is for... P

Publishing the perfect P post posed a pestilent problem. 

That perfidious Peter Piper proclaimed he picked a peck of pickled peppers. Perhaps he meant pickling peppers since the process occurs post-picking?  His potent pretense produced profound puckers, but it was hardly perfection.  He was proud of his particular prize, but his poem was a park perambulation when put against my piece.  Perhaps he should be puzzling over a peckish plant with pesky pink particles pacing the perimeter?

I would rather be painting panels at our pretty new property, but presently I am prostrate, paused for pacification of my poor pounding patella and pink patches proving peanuts are poison for me. Piffle... (Pause to pray.)

I could probably play a pittance longer, but I am pooped.

Post-post, I present a Patriotic number for your pleasure. :)

This post is part of a blog hop, blogging through the alphabet in April.  If you want to read more, you can click this link and see the list of participants.