Bugs
Don't leave the box
to the Pop Tarts open,
my Aunt Jessie said:
We'll get a bunch of bugs
crawling all over the icing
then will have to call
the exterminator man;
the house will smell
of fumes for hours
Then, maybe, the ants
will just march
to the other pantry
and invade
the gravy
and Ovaltine
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