Little Pie

By someone evil and wicked On this day. It was bought Rosy, aromatic, and pristine A very tasty little pie with onions By someone evil and wicked On this day. It was tossed Slightly bitten and in the dirt. It lay! For why even bother buying it If you know That you won't eat it, but will only roll it in the dirt! With kind hands the pie was baked And it forever held the warmth of those hands But someone (... did not value human warmth) And the little onion pie grew cold in the dirt Noooo! (...) starve the villain for a month And only take him to the factory (from dawn?) So he looks at the bread and pies But would not dare to even touch them And soon enough he would become a different man entirely (numb?) For why even bother buying it If you know That you won't eat it, but will only roll it in the dirt.