NOTE: Warning, this is another one of my fifty second poems. I wrote it while I was hungry in my room.PLEASE read it with a beat and you'll do just fine xD
You know what I want?
I want some string cheese!
I'm awfully hungry;
could you pass me some please?
I broke my leg,
and I got stung by some bees,
so all I want
is my stick of string cheese.
Would low-fat be okay?
No, I would not mind.
Because this healthy treat
cannot fatten my behind.
It's cheesy, it's awesome,
it's really something good.
Try it! You want some?
Everybody should!
Delicious and delectable,
tasty and quite fine.
I'd give you a piece
but I'm not willing to share mine!
