The Prank

 
Two snacks upon the table, 
one for Sister, one for me. 
I think it's time that I went on 
a little eating spree. 
 
I'll gobble hers, then swallow mine, 
and it will make me glad, 
to be the one for a change, 
making someone mad. 
 
Chunky, crunchy, grainy, gritty, 
a little hard to chew, 
these snacks have made my breath smell like 
a trash can or a shoe. 
 
My sister comes into the room. 
I'm prepared if she attacks. 
Instead, she laughs at me, and says 
"You just ate doggy snacks!" 


 
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