not one smell was churning, not even some fish
The pita was toasted in the oven with care
Anticipating my cans' contents would soon be there
The peanut butter and jelly were warmed in the fire
While visions of the can made my thoughts quite dire
And Lorena in her jammies and me in my keds
Had settled at the table waiting for nasal dread
When after opening my can what should I find
Some hollow mushy white things of some kind
I pinched my nose and broke off a piece
Chewed and squished it to bits with my teeth
I'm afraid dear friends I still do not know
What Kevin possibly could have sent to my home
In that metal can that was mailed to my door
But I'm almost positive it had something to do with corn
Seriously dude, what was this?
I added some spices and toasted it... but in all honesty... I didn't know what it was, or how to cook it... and it was better than raw... but it still tasted like crap. spicy corny crap-- it's what's for dinner.
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