I came to see the poem I'd written,
but it had mysteriously vanished.
Left behind was a little note-
the writing was a little manic.
On the table was a trail of crumbs,
accompanied by the following words:
"Thank you for my scrumptious meal
it filled me up with verbs!
As I lie here with a full tummy,
I can barely move a muscle.
I am too scared to fall asleep,
as nightmares will bring me hassle.
My pallet is very selective,
though you may find the poem funny.
It doesn't suit my tastes,
in fact, its far too cheesy!"
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