The Power of Pie

Lonely Mary met a man today
Bought him some pie then went on her way
He thought she was great
And licked up his plate
Then ran off to ask if she'd accept a first date

Oh! how pie can bring us together
With it's sweetness or tang or mix of whatever
It reels you in, if you did not know
Sometimes with speed, sometimes it's slow

Now Mary she knew this all along
She'd been plotting her victims, the process was long
When the man walked in she knew he was right
She knew that he wouldn't put up a fight
She saw the piece, it smelled so sweet
And passed it over, "it's my treat"
What could he do, he couldn't refuse
From this young woman, the innocent recluse
But after one bite he felt a change
An uncontrollable take over, most powerfully strange
That sudden urge to pursue and take
This woman he needed, there was no mistake

Now years later Mary still loves her man
She feeds him and nurtures him as much as she can
Ah, the power of pie we say
Once you've had it, you'll never stray