The Forgotten Grated Cheese - Poem by poem hater
The once solid block,
full of flavour,
overwhelming the senses.
Turned into a nub that has been battered
by waves of temptation,
and become a forgotten masterpiece
laying in its large white coffin
awaiting its death.
The grater scrapes slowly
with the sharp blades thrashing its skin
and being picked prodded and probed.
Shrinking into nothing,
diminshing into oblivion
but fulfilling its purpose.
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