- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Foamy Caramel Death
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Foamy caramel death underneath my couch
Was what I saw as sacrilegious
Yet his family called delicious
With the flick of a wrist, he the slouch
Made my comfy living room
Into a sticky morbid tomb
His body liquefied unto my hardwood floor
He was morbidly obese
Yea, I didn’t eat a piece
When his fat formed into foamy gore
His family wept none
At the death of their son
At first they were skeptical of the taste
After a few chunks
They let none go to waste
I shook my head at the paste
To politely decline
The treasure they would dine
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