It's amazing. It's dasaloff.
I decided to write a sonnet to chocolate pudding to proclaim my love, but, alas, there was no time. Instead, I wrote a short poem. It's definitely silly.
The Chocolate Pudding Thief
Please don't give me beef,
I will resort to the life of a thief
just to eat my chocolate pudding for dinner.
Yes, I could buy it at the store,
but in someone else's kitchen I would like to score
food for a winner.
If I can only find vanilla there will be disappointment;
it tastes worse than a tube of ointment.
I don't need get thinner.
Chocolate pudding is on the menu tonight,
and no matter how hard you try, try as you might,
stealing pudding will not make me feel like a sinner.
I never said I was a poet.
Today Khaled Hosseini (author of The Kite Runner and A Thousand Splendid Suns) is coming to speak at my school, so I'm sure tomorrow my post will be more intellectual.
One can only hope.
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