I’m having lunch right now, flat soda and runny macaroni and cheese, the food of angels. Jk, it’s actually kinda gross, but who cares. At least I got a poem outta it.
Runny Mac n’ Cheese
Runny Mac n cheese, it’s an ooy gooey mess.
I think it’s disgusting, but my bro says it’s the best.
If you ingest this vile combination,
you’ll turn into a human gas-station.
Also to flat soda I’ll object, there’s no bubbles, fizz or spice.
It tastes like sugar water, and that doesn’t taste too nice.
I know this poem’s only six lines long, which is a little short,
But flat soda and runny Mac n’ Cheese always put me out of sorts.
Hope you liked it, peace out.