Why Oh Why Does Pie Not DIE?

I love my pie,
Why is it so good?
Were we hypnotized?
Taste the way it should?

I eat it almost every night
And enjoy it with cream cheese
It tastes so lovely and light
It makes my grandma sneeze

The weird thing that
Happened the other day
Is that my piece of pie
Stood up and I heard it say:

If you spare a bite or two,
I will grant you one wish.
Do you want one million dollars?
Or a slimy green fish?

I thought about it for a while,
And then I heard it say:
Come on now,
We don't have all day.

It was very hard to think,
With its filling dripping out
The tasty goo oozing down
Filled me with doubt.

It started mouthing me,
Worse than a buzzing fly,
I couldn't take it anymore!
Die pie die!

I munched it down hurriedly,
Followed by five more to come,
After the pie was gone,
I was officially done.

I am happy I ate it,
And didn't get my wish.
But I still have that yummy image
Of that tasty green fish.