a poem about christmas shopping

Ryan, 

sorry my cookie,

"can't eat waffles lying down"

so no snacks for you

but im sitting here

and i was so hungry i

made a mess in bed.

im also guilty

i know what you got for me

theres no self control

moral of my poem

no Christmas shopping in bed

(or crumby waffles)

for me


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