The more I fed it
The larger it got
The larger it got
The more it was hungry
So I cut up some carrots
I chopped up the onions
But those only made me cry
So I threw in the onions
And poured in some lemons
Just the juice, that is
And then came the celery
Since I had no potatoes
And the last thing to feed
Was a lamb
In the lamb went
With precision and care
The lamb was the biggest
Best part
The heart and the tongue
The eyes and a lung
Into the soup it went
But the more I fed it
The larger it got
And the larger it got
The more hungry it was
So I finally decided
After a minute or two
To feed it myself
So into the stew
Went I
And all those chopped onions
Made me cry.
My first attempt at a surreal poem. Haha. So much fun.
--MovingGirl
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