i have never been a fan of the sausage.. in fact, my obsessive disliking towards it has inspired me to write a short poem.. enjoy.*ahem*
Sausage sucks, it really bites
I think its the equivalent of kryptonite
Under the table I try to sneak by
When mom catches me, I begin to cry;
"I've got to polish up on my sneaking stuff!
I've got to be quicker, I've got be tough!"
So I'm sent back to the dinner table
And when I finally finish, I say "sausage disabled!"
I scream "Hooray, victory, I'm finally done!"
And then my mom says "That's just number 1."
that was actually written quite a few years ago for some elementary english course.
thank you and good night.
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"Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial."