over lunch i just over eated
now my stomach's pleated
open mouth the food i greeted
all the way down it bleated
now my hw's not completed
at my desk i am now seated
conquer my work or be defeated
no assistance will be needed
this poem's getting much too heated
so lemme be, shoo, i say beat it.
Windmill Giants
7 years ago
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