O Poptart!
O Poptart,
being not bread or fruit,
you are none and all in one
Small package of flavor,
glory of a consumer’s diet
You sit there quiet,
the toaster beckons-
I give in
If impatience had a name,
it would be yours
yet in your absence I only grow in loving you
The toaster tosses you up into the air,
like a father with his child
You are here now and I am
wild with overjoy, happy-
Hungry
Still steaming,
you sit there in the palm of my hand,
O Last Bite
A rose by any other name would not smell as sweet
Torn and broken, nibbled, chewed
How can you be so perfect?
It is a pity to eat you,
but I do.
Yum















Comments
I appreciate it!
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
The originality and humor of this is truly amazing.
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As Zookeeper of the Internet it is my responsibility to feed the trolls.
It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
when do I get to read this ode to cheese?
grins. Thanks for so much, this means alot to me, true comments on my work. Wow
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
Glad to do it, you've got a lot of talent.
As for the ode to cheese, I'm afraid it died a tragic death. Murdered at the hands of hard drive corruption.
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As Zookeeper of the Internet it is my responsibility to feed the trolls.
It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
Im sad to hear the cheese is gone. Maybe you could resurrect it. Or do an ode to the lost ode on cheese. I suppose it has possibility. Just dont cut the cheese entirely out of your life, keep a tight grip on it- it means something to someone out there, somewhere. Nah- Im just jokin with ya' but the cheese is gone. Blah. Just kill the bloody computer, it probably deserves it by now. Grins
Ill stop ramblin' Thanks again for the devwatch, makes me feel wanted. (random happy gurglings) I have so many ideas now, and people will see them!!! *runs off, skipping wildly* Yeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaa!!!!!!!!
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
I still mourn the loss of the cheese though.
It made me laugh, it made me cry.. it lead me to invent an american cheese pie.
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As Zookeeper of the Internet it is my responsibility to feed the trolls.
It's an ugly job but some one has to do it.
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alienation, your children are dead to you
but their dreams are alive
they will rise up;
and where will you be then?
you will be lost
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