Guenivere

Croutons in my salad

Fertilizing

The garden I will soon

Consume



Dresisng drenching everyone

And soon absorbed by lazy vegetable

Like a sponge

Licking the counters clean

Of the mess



Croutons quivering

As my fork descends

An undertaker

Choosing who shall die



As I sit there

Overthinking everything

Devouring

Slow and treacherous



Croutons and dressing

Slowly recieving

My malicious greeting

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