O, cruel Fate -
Which granted thee such untimely death;
Hapless in thy flight
Thou fell into my plate,
And there in my reluctant sight
Thou struggled in the liquid for each breath;
As I watch thy every convulsion
I thought -
What good riddance!
*RIP*
3 comments:
You sounded like some psychopath looking at his/her victim dying by torturing them and enjoying them.... man!
Yes Clarice...
Nobody appreciates my poetic talent! Sigh :P
It is just a bit sarcastic of writing a poem for a insect dying in your gravy... it proves that the gravy is lethal... do you cook it with melamine
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