So I sat there, within my robes,
My food in hand, taking a bite,
It tasted good.
I continued to eat, happy for a break,
when all of a sudden,
there was a piece of Pineapple within my burger.
I called out confused, why would it be there?
Had the gods forsaken me?
A piece of Pineapple within my burger, I was upset,
It had ruined the day,
For I do not even eat pizza with pineapples.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: If anybody understands this, truly I adore you. (my friend suggested this, I thought of it as quite funny)
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Comments1
So used to routine that it becomes anticipated and expected. To interrupt it even with something good but unusual is not only a surprise but an unpleasant one. A fun read.
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