Gluttony's revenge.

ok, everybody, under great pressure, i am going to post a poem i wrote a very very looong time ago.

emphasis on long.

it is a rather weird poem, and a touch on the gross side, but people seemed to find it funny.

i know i did!

just so i don't get a reputation, this kind of poem is very out of character for me, such a sweet, gentle, and all together just about perfect person.

emphasis on just about.

here it is!

gluttony's revenge.

the bread on the table was very old,

it was mostly covered with disgusting mold,

the rats came in three by three,

and attacked the bread mightily,

beside the bread lay an old rotten bean,

more rotten and gross than anyone’s seen,

mold on this bean had also grown,

but the rats didn’t care, this been was their own,

the rats now had food, at last, at last!

the place was quiet and nobody passed,

but because of their gluttony and because of the chill,

the rats soon lay down and forever grew still.

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there is a moral to this tear-jerking story... um... don't eat too much, especially not moldy stuff, or you might die.

and don't hang out with rats.