Cumin and Chile scent the scene,
the encounter was quite mean,
knives and tools spread around,
you should have heard the slicing sounds.

Piles of orange and white offal lay,
like pathology samples on the tray,
now crooked grins and odd shaped eyes,
stare from the darkness, quite surprised.

There's a beep and a rush,
just be careful don't get crushed,
everyone reaches on to the pan,
we are all toasted pumpkin seed fans.