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Somebody's gotta eat it

Or so I think.

It doesn't quite pop

Like when it was newly presented

atop a table with drink.

Food for thought

'Cause no way it's going in belly.

Once-seductive aromas

Arrive as smelly, stale.

Crammed away

And later forgotten,

The flavor you once demanded

Quietly goes rotten

But issues one final plea...

          "I swear I'm still the same meal

           You leered at moments ago when you felt empty!

           Please..

           Wait long enough that you want me again

           But not so long that you forget me..."