i ate the pudding
and sliced the cake
and have a good time
with what is here and
what is coming
and what was there,
you see, i eat everything,
past present and future
and i got fatter
and livelier than ever
and ever before this and
that and
merrily ever after.
i can have my cake
and eat it too. why not?
i can cook and eat
and can sleep in the kitchen
as well, and that is
never swell, i fell and
feel.
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