The baps were too big,
but I struggled on through.
Grappling and panting
I managed to chew.
Bite after bite –
my stomach it grew,
engulfing my belt
and touching my shoes.
I wanted to stop
but I had to continue.
A pain in my jaw,
an ache in the sinews.
Repeating in my head
a menacing tune –
"finish your lunch
I made it 'specially for you"
The last mouthful down
and with it I rue –
I was a fool to spoon
a rhubarb fool too.
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