Yes, more poetry
There once was a guy who ate chocolate pie
And would swim in it all the day long
But once, as he munched, his lovely pie crunched
Or at least as is said by my song.
The thing in the food, it quite startled the dude,
Who never ate cashews or walnuts
The thing in the pie, it disgusted the guy
Not allergic, but just hated all nuts.
It was not a pie nut, nor bolt or a screw. But
The man had to give up his pie
For if he had ate it (on this he debated)
He, most likely, surely would die.
The object has never been seen since forever
We still do not care what it was,
I suppose that the guy, who supposed he would die,
Had to give up his treat just because.
(What the chap didn’t know:
It was just some burned dough.)
I’ll have some more later, but right now I have to get ready to leave for science.