Note: This is for the A Mused Poetry Contest, so don’t read it, Chel.
At night you’ll see me gently creeping
With mom and dad hard a sleeping
In through laundry room door.
I open the bag of forbidden snacks –
Attractive gummies, laundry packs.
Then you’ll hear my lips a smacking,
My YouTube channel gaining backing
While I eat Tide Pods galore.
My mouth – it foams with Clean Breeze
And a few civilian casualties.
The tags may say “Danger!” “Warning!”
But industry tools are boring.
As a big attention whore
I munch and crunch on banned fare,
On poison beautiful, I’m well aware.
The Chel Owens A Mused Poetry contest (get it? A Mused, amused? Lol) has just now started up – and you can bet your bottom dollar I’m in it to win it! 😉 This week the theme was warning labels, and I went with the most necessary warning label of all: that added to Tide Pods after the Tide Pod Challenge.
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Loved that!
Haha, thanks!
Wow, this really is clever, H.
Thanks! Don’t eat the laundry pacs!
Clever, terrible, funny! Those darn kids.
You want to foam at the mouth? This’ll get you to foam at the mouth.
Probably not. 😀