This is a poem about one of the many things that annoy me: Chewing noises. I just cannot handle the sound of smacking lips! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this poem about said chewing noises.
What's that noise I hear?
Across the table loud and clear,
I try to ignore my pain,
But my efforts are in vain.
My poor ears are dying,
My brain cells slowly frying,
I wish it would stop
Before I drop.
If it doesn't end,
My ears will never mend.
My brain is about to blow
The noises begin to grow.
Much louder than before,
I really can't take much more.
Chewing is the worst.
My head's about to burst.
Chewing.
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PoetryA collection of Goofy and lighthearted poems. There isn't really a topic of any sort, the themes you may read about include my cat the evil genius, things my two year old cousin says and things that annoy me, as well as a broad range of other topics...
