OreoprahA Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessEveryone gets to be food! You get to be food! and YOU get to be food! ... No free cars, though.
Gimme a haunt. Come by.
Get out of my mind, and get into my arms at last. We'll converse solely in rhyme and slowly, in time You'll realize you're having a blast. I'll convert you to crazy (And maybe to gravy For chocolate is best post-repast) We could have children with buttercream filling And we could all sleep in a vat.
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2 Reviews Added on August 30, 2020 Last Updated on August 30, 2020 AuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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