You stare with ashen face
lie upon your lips, disgrace.
No longer faith in what you say
I closed the door you fade away.
You should have told the honest truth
before you behaved so uncouth.
The evidence is clear,
you're the one who consumed it dear.
Wipe your mouth it's all blue!
No time to bake the berries new.
To the ladies I confess,
my husband ate the pie, I suspect.