Monday, March 14, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

If ever there was a day for pie,
This is it,
The cake told me that
As it was about to be bit.

It drove me mad
To see a meltdown like that.
Do your job, I said.
Then I scarfed it all and got fat.

Now the cake is eating me
Like a praying mantis,
My stomach is a tsunami
And my bowels are Atlantis.

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