Poems From My Allpoetry Account

Wonder Meat

Their once was a man named Sam

He didn't eat green eggs, and ham.

He ate something called wonder meat.

He said it tasted pretty sweet, but the odor of it smelt like dirty feet.

I always wondered why it smelt so bad?

Could it have been from that smelly bag?

Sam always told me not to touch that bag.

He said if I did he'd call me a dirty old hag!

I always wondered why he was like that?

He was a crazy old man now that's a fact!

So when he was gone one day I snuck in his house.

I was about as quiet as mouse. Creeping through that creepy old house.

On the shelfs were strange things.

Glass eyes, voodoo dolls, and an assortment of diamond rings.

The rings read don't go further, or you'll be dead!

A very scary thing indeed, but I moved on like a rich man filled with greed.

When I got to his room I felt like all my answers would be swept away.

Swept like a broom does on a nice sunny day.

I looked around in his room of doom, and found the bag in of all things a tomb.

What a strange man this was!

Did God really make this man from above?

On the bag was a note that read: the secret ingredient is something that's dead!

Reading that made me not want to continue.

I still persisted like a fiancé trying to find the right fondue.

So I opened the bag and saw a corpse.

The corpse looked at me very warped.

I felt very confused and scared. I think I may have torn out some of my hair.

The odor from the corpse filled up the room.

Oh man I really need some shampoo.

So I left the bag, and went home.

Feeling like I had gained an awful syndrome full of fear and hate.

Sneaking into his house was a big mistake!

Their once was a man named Sam

He didn't eat green eggs, and ham.

He ate something called wonder meat, and trust me it isn't sweet!