Pinkamena Diane Pie,
You can call her Pinkie Pie.
She had a bright cute smile
and yet inside she was so vile.
Her landlords were bakers who made life sweet
and in their basement she kept a secret.
She kidnapped her friends one-by-one,
and in her basement they became undone.
Hearts and lungs filled with helium,
Intestine streamers, snd hideous taxidermies formed part of its gruesome decorum.
Dismembered bodies and bloody walls
Proved Pinkie's friends' great falls.
Live insects were shoved down their throat
If they dared to scream,
While those who cussed at her had their tounges
Ripped out at the seam.
At the tables where her friends' severed heads with a zest,
With their eyes shut as if they were at rest.
Pinkamena enjoyed flaying her friends alive,
She simply loved ending their lives with strife.
With their skins she made a dress,
But it was not made to impress.
She made a necklace out of eyes
And a long scarf out of sewed esophagi.
Out of flesh and organs she would sale and make
Tasty, chewy, scrumptious cupcakes.
In the walls, she wrote in bloody script
"Life is a Party!" as a warning if the gorey crypt.