On the menu
I made you
a special
casserole
for dinner tonight.
It's full of
all the ingredients
you seem
to love.
Two cups of selfishness,
a half cup of spite.
Three cups of greed,
and four tablespoons of grudge.
I mixed them all together,
then poured them in a pan.
Baked it for an hour;
now I'll serve it nice and hot.
You think it looks
delicious?
I'm so glad, 'cause
it's all yours.
Though
I think it needs
thing.
Please, take a seat
while I finish
up your meal.
I add a pinch
of poison.
Now, won't that
hit the spot?
