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[title] => I love pop-tarts
[time] => 2004-12-27 13:54:35
[hometext] => I wrote this a few years back after a school trip. We went away for 5 days and every single day they fed us the same thing... Corn flakes (long life milk), a pop tart, and a fruit juice popper. Parody - MY COUNTRY (A poem by Dorothea Mackellar)
[bodytext] => The love of bacon and sausages, Of eggs the brown hen lays The early morning caffeine fix Is running in your veins. The Strong flavour of Early grey tea, Brekkie smells wafting through the skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love my untoasted pop-tarts Breakfast of pastry plains Rugged mountains of sugar All over your clothes it rains I love pop-tarts on the menu As far as the eye can see Her beauty and her terror Her fruity filling for me Core of my heart, my cereal, Plate of the flaky gold, Each time you eat her corny bits She pays you back threefold. Over the childproof spoon and plastic bowl, UHT milk seems to pour for days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze. Core of my heart, my just juice! Her pitiless orangeness lies When, sick at heart, around us The just juice makes us high Our second use for just juice We use the poppers again Like the drumming of an army, I pop, pop, pop them. An opal-hearted embalmment, Lavishly pre-packed by hand All you who have not loved her, You will not understand Though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what breakfast My homing thoughts will fly. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 286 [topic] => 7 [informant] => smooshable [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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