The Most Horrible Treat


Posted on 24th Aug 2020 03:57 pm by rohit kumar

It seemed like a good idea at the time,

But looking back now I cringe just a little.

I was so hungry and it WAS once mine,

The week-old milk and peanut butter brittle.

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It wasn't just the smell,

No, it was something much worse,

Yet I had nothing to rid me of this unquenchable thirst

 

The crust was thick and the color was off,

The smell was foul and made me cough.

Not before long, the stench filled the air,

What's that?

Oh goodness, do I see a hair?

 

The most horrible snack,

When nothing to eat,

I admit it, I did it,

I ate the gross treat.

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