Chanel Archila


My Oven - Poem by Chanel Archila

Please don't stick your head in my oven
I'd never be able to use it again
Knowing that you cooked your brain
Because you stuck your head in my oven
It'd ruining my baking
And I'd be shaking
Because you stuck your head in my oven
Your death
Would leave me out of breath
Because you stuck your head in my oven
My cakes would taste like you
Even that recipe from Peru
Because you stuck your head in my oven
I don't want to offend
But I can't image the taste of that blend
Because you stuck your head in my oven
Oh what an awful taste
Cake and brain interlaced
Please don't stick your head in my oven


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  • Rookie Love Forever (1/29/2012 10:41:00 PM)

    ....Very VERY interesting read.
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  • Rookie - 377 Points Thesilent Loudness (1/29/2012 10:41:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, January 30, 2012


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