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My spoon was darkened

As I lifted it up

My hair could sense a growing displeasure

Was it the birds outside

Or just my imagination?

Perhaps there's something underNEEEEAAAAATHHHHHHH

There's a family living underneath my bowl.

No Christmas this year for you, pals

You are caught being dormant underneath my cereal bowl

I know silly rabbit, tricks are for kids

And yes I know the honey nut will help me lower my cholesteral

And I know there's cinnamon toast in every bite

But instead of finding a useless spoon in my cereal box

I found a family of infested varmints

Now for the dissection

First the legs, the fingernails, the entrails, and then the brain, so juicy

You've given my cereal some sass

May the world know that PETA is awful

And that I have my own ways of making friends

The chicks still dig me

Rest in peace my lovely maggots

You were rotting from the start

Squirm in the acids of my bile