Animals attackers, four legged little eating crackers. Mouthfuls of eating fun, poor little critters can't run. Crunchy and crisp, they can't get out of my fist.
In the cookie bag, the huge cookie bag, the lion waits to bite, in my mouth he disappears from sight. King of the jungle, couldn't struggle, my huge bite ends his tuggle.
With so many cookies to eat, the little crackers become my meat, while I sat on my seat. Crunching legs, biting off heads, and nothing bleeds.
G
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "Animal Crackers"
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on February 2, 2004
Hahahaha this is superb Grady...the one time we have control
over the animals...I love them too...floria
YUM! I LOVE animal crackers, and I LOVE this write! One of my favorite things was to bite off their heads; or I'd eat the bodies first and leave the heads for last! The lions and bears were my favorites! LOL
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Dang it, Grady...now look what you did...you gone and made me HUNGRY! :P
Stories Worth Wiping Your A** With
Whether you're making a deposit at the stank bank, dropping a return at the squat shop, or conducting a brown business meeting, these perfectly timed tales provide the literary fragrance your privacy deserves. F
Share
Print
Save
Follow
over the animals...I love them too...floria
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Dang it, Grady...now look what you did...you gone and made me HUNGRY! :P