I open my lunch box
Hopin’ to find
A sandwich, an apple,
Some cookies or cake.
But there, coiled and hissin’,
And set to unwind,
Is another big venomous,
Poisonous snake,
Slitherin’ and squirmin’
And hissin’ away,
Leavin’ me hungry as can be.
It happens every single day…
You think my mother’s mad at me?
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