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Midnight Snack
I have a craving
Yes, I do.
It’s not for cake or
Beef fondue.
When midnight comes ‘round
I must eat,
So I run out to
Search the street.
And in one crazy
Madd’ning dash,
I rummage thru the
Dirty trash.
For anything that
Smells real foul
And makes me wanna
Hoot and howl!
Old, cold spaghetti,
Flies on meat
And rotten omelettes
Are a treat.
Some slimy sardines
In the can.
Or dried out pizza,
I’m a fan!
Green gobs of cheese on
Cabbage heads
Are quite delicious
With stale bread.
An alley cat that’s
Prowling late
Makes perfect kebobs-
On my plate.
And it’s a prime night
When I snatch
Up juicy maggots,
In one batch!
Yum, there’s my dessert-
Hot and sweet.
Old stinky sneakers
Can’t be beat!
Huh? What’s that you say?
This all sounds
Way too gross when I
Make my rounds?
Well, wait. I really
Thought you knew,
It’s what us monsters
Like to do!
By Susan Burd ©2012
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