I wouldn't give him the last piece of pie.
Him, with his dark, dark hair, and skin placid white.
The contrast enough to change any girls mind.
But not mine, no, I put up a fight.
His puppy dog eyes are deep emerald green.
He's hungry. I tremble, and pick up my fork.
"Please?" With a voice so smooth and serene.
I'm starting to think that my tactics won't work.
I look at my pie, with the apples still warm.
I smell the golden shell, ready to crumble.
And I evilly smile as I look up at him,
It's music to me as I hear tummy rumbles.
I take my first bite, and I smile again.
Watch him squirm as I chew ever slow
Trying to keep this and not let it end,
Watching the size of his eyes start to grow.
Alright, alright, I think with a sigh.
I guess there's enough, I guess I could share.
So I offer it up, my fabulous pie.
Slurp gobble, boom, and he's gone like never there.
