What's a diet?
Roach-ios.
Like Cheerios,
but I added a twist.
Must this be done only by sickos?
Try it, my special diet.
I insist.
I let Cheerios fall and 6 legged ovals fall,
into one of my lucky glass bowls.
It adds a crunch!
Their antennae twitch, what's breakfast without eating living souls!
I've got plenty more for brunch.
And, what's good cereal, when it is dry?
I douse in milk,
today I've eaten good,
so I will not cry.
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Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
