This is a poem that I wrote for no good reason;

It's gonna suck so bad, I'll be guilty of treason.

A poem that's so bad it's like bread on a plate;

It may not be good but it sure isn't great.

I'm hungry right now I want something good for my dinner;

But bread and water alone is not what I call a winner.

Now, whatever you eat make sure its a treat;

Cause if you're still on Atkins(c) it'd better be meat.

Well that's enough for now I think I'll retire;

Cause I'm finished my poem, and I didn't even perspire.

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