Tidbit of a Poem

I wrote this poem when I was about 10. It made me smile so I'd thought I'd share it!

CHEESEBURGER
The cheeseburger sat alone one day.
The pickles didn’t want to play.
The ketchup stayed in the fridge to sleep.
The onions sat in the cupboard to weep.
As the cheeseburger began to cry,
It caught a little boy’s eye.
You probably know what happens next.
The little boy has no regrets.
He says it is so good and yummy.
Now there’s nothing else to satisfy his tummy.

Obviously I had an aversion to cheeseburgers when I was young... :)


-Bri
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