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Clumps of Dead Grass

Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat Is like eating big clumps of dead grass Now I know why horsies simply can't wait For the time between meals to pass We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys Has anyone asked them their thoughts? Might be surprised at the answer you'd get “We'd rather be eating smelly socks” Someone once said many decades ago It will give your kiddies strong bones So we feed 'em horrible clumps of dead grass It's why they can't wait to leave home Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find It grows in the field almost everywhere you look They must think we don't have a mind Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff It's not fit for human consumption Please sign my petition to ban it forever Surely has no value that's my assumption!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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