Rotten to the Core
I used to be shiny, yummy, and red
Baked into pies both warm and delicious;
But now here I sit with flies, rotting instead
And suddenly now I'm nothing but vicious,
The princess I meant no harm to one bit;
But one bite from my head
And she'd surely be dead.
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