In your house and mine,
It's two after nine,
And wonders await our awakening.
Pure white oases in great porcelain bowls.
And circular loops with doughnut shaped holes.
Yellow and green ones,
Crushed and obscene ones,
Deliciousness for our mouth's taking.
I quiver, and gasp, and wince as I eat.
I shiver, and rasp, with chills to my feet.
Indescribily, crunchingly, yummy.
A party inside of my tummy.
These wonders have left my bones shaking.
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