Wonder Bread

Wonder Bread
Tastes like head
Of a chicked in stew.
Bet you never knew!

Wonder Bread
It must be said
Is rather foul
And tastes like owl.

Wonder Bread
I dare not dread
To think who makes it
I can't escape it!

Wonder Bread
Is only fed
To cats and dogs
And bloated frogs.

Wonder Bread
Locked in the shed
Sat there in strife
While I run for my life!

The End

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