Sweet Eater

Sweet Eater was pink from the inside out. We saw her coming and we all gave a shout. She had a sweet disposition she never did pout. But she ate our pantries and our kitchens out. She devoured cookies, she devoured bread. Her cheeks got pink and her teeth got red. She slurped up frosting, and she ate our cheese. She could barely walk on her corpulent big old knees. She’s coming! We yelled, getting out of the way. She usually appeared on the third Thursday. She liked sweets especially, our food was not safe. She’s a glutton! Said our cousin, Mr. Rutherford Rafe.