Image by Brooke Lark
She put me in the oven to bake.
I am feeling hot, and I start to bubble.
Looking at my friends, I know I am in trouble.
She opens the door, and I begin my new life.
Frosting me with a silver knife,
Decorating me with candy jewels.
The rest of my batch looking like fools.
Lifting me, she takes off my wrapper.
Feeling the breeze, I want to slap her.
Open her mouth bite me with her shiny teeth.
Ouch! and I die.
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