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I like this poem, I think this poem has a nice ring and poem meter and stuff. I don’t know what meter even means and it’s impossible to remember How it works accented and stressed words, but I know it has a good rhythm. This poem kind of connect to the theme of eating, I liked how scary it looked like. I wish I can make better metered poems. I like music and I’m so horrible at music theory. I’m so sorry it made no sense. But take it with a grain of salt, that less is more. I want to write like that. It’s the perfectest poem ever. I’m not perfect enough

Hey there! Lost here with a review!! ^_^
That's actually a really good poem you wrote right there, I liked it a lot. That's a spectacular horror poem you wrote.


He digests the rich woman's sunlit party,
overgrown antennas whisking cake away into his gullet.


Wo there! He digested the whole damn party! You really detailed the way he messed stuffs up.

And when the table was starved of food,
that's when the bumblebee bee ate the last drop of sugar on his palette-

Ok, he finally stopped eating XD

But anyways, Im not good at writing reviews. I just wanted to tell you that you're going good with your writing skills!
Keep up with your works!
Good wishes!
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Hey there! Lost here with a review!! ^_^
That's actually a really good poem you wrote right there, I liked it a lot. That's a spectacular horror poem you wrote.

He digests the rich woman's sunlit party,
overgrown antennas whisking cake away into his gullet.

And when the table was starved of food,
that's when the bumblebee bee ate the last drop of sugar on his palette-

The bumblebee eats things all made from honey,
devouring the fruits of her sugary tea.

He digests the rich woman's sunlit party,
overgrown antennas whisking cake away into his gullet.

A monster, a beast, an elephant with wings stands tall above her shivering stare.

And when the table was starved of food,
that's when the bumblebee bee ate the last drop of sugar on his palette-

which was her and her golden hair.

Okay..wow..I liked this.I have a question.Well,a few,actually.Is this poem the Instagram post you saw? Did the bumblebee eat the woman alive? Is she dead? Is everyone in the party dead? Or did it suck her blood like a mosquito? What was the name of the Instagram post? Those are just some questions I have.I hope you have a lovely and wonderful day and night.