Too much coffee...A Poem by JSmithWhat happens after i drink too much coffee...I love chicken noodle soup, It’s my favourite kind of goop. My mind has done the loop de loop, Now we love chicken noodle soup. What’s this? Another verse? Of course, it’s part of that witch’s curse, To write of chicken noodle soup in verse, Or end up riding in blackened hearse. Now you love chicken noodle soup, It’s your favourite kind of goop. Now write of chicken noodle soup, Or upon you sudden death will swoop.
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