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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