Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A poem. A sick, sick poem.

reese's egg reese's egg
why do I love you so
you are not my friend but foe

you tempt thee every spring
your chocolate and peanut butter
positively makes my taste buds flutter

but I must resist
because my sweet
you make me the opposite of petite

not to mention you clog my arteries
and may one day give me diabetes

we can't have that
I don't mean to be curt
what what's that you say
okay okay
just one more can't hurt

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