Cherry Pie

I knew I would die

As the first bite would become my last

To you all it might seem aghast

It was then when I decided to eat the pie quite fast

A cherry pie with cream

You see it was me as it would seem

Was delivering the poisoned treat– but why?

Now if I did eat the pie

I would die

That was meant to be for you, not I

Although I must admit as I bite

In delectable sinister delight

All this dark and dreary fright

I can’t deny

Is just an awful creepy lie

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