even the sweetest can sour

I'm not hungry but I'm bored

Let me make you something to adore

Bring you sweets, so many treats

I'll bake to the beat, it's no amazing feat

I have rotted

I have spoiled

My blood has clotted

I'm so soiled

I'll make you chocolate so you grin

Stuff you full of cookies from the tin

I'll feed you so you become strong

I'll roll it out until I belong

My meat is green

You make me sick

I'll no longer preen

You gluttonous prick