Ratatouille And The Disease Infested Rat Poem by adam shipley

*before you read just wanted to say that my friend and i had to use vocab words to make a poem. we passed the paper back and forth and this is what we got...

every one is googling
to find some ratatouille
it might go to your gluteus
AKA the booty

you spent all day wrangling
so you could burn the fat
it wasn't the food you thought you ate
it was the family cat

now you seek to find a cure
from the disease infested rat
now you are so insecure
because you are so fat!

-special thanks to Jerry