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for the cup - she torments me with delicacies I can't get. |
| Theme: Pick a snack or some kind of food you love that you CANNOT get where you are. A friend calls on her way to get herself some of what ever it is and now you really want some too. Words to use: NOW!, mean, slime. Forbidden words: ANY KIND OF FOOD. Additional parameters: Title of poem is the specific food. (ONLY place you can use any type of food word.) At least 16 lines. Krispy Kreme Donuts She calls on her way to get warm, yummy goodness. (The melt-in-your-mouth sort of confection covered in gooey, finger licking, to-die-for, saliva producing need. It. Is. Not. Fair. Want. NOW! Mean friend. She's total slime! They even have hot ones, just sliding down the conveyor belt, into open mouths. This is cruelty beyond measure. Then she whines. Ones she wants aren't available yet. Sends multiple pictures of mouth-watering alternatives. Gets a dozen. And, gee whiz, has to go back later to get a dozen more of the ones she really wants. Poor baby. There is a special place in a dungeon somewhere reserved just for her! |