• I wrote this little poem.
    It was so much fun to write
    that I scribbled through the afternoon,
    the evening, and the night.

    When the morning sun was rising
    and the sky was growing light,
    I went searching for some breakfast
    but no breakfast was in sight.
    (If you've ever needed breakfast
    then you'll understand my plight.)
    I was feeling fairly famished
    so, although it isn't right,
    I picked up this little poem
    and I took a tiny bite.
    It was utterly delicious!
    It was such a sheer delight
    that I nibbled through the afternoon,
    the evening, and the night.

    When the morning sun was rising
    and the sky was growing light,
    I went searching for this poem
    but no poem was in sight.
    So I wrote it down again and
    it was so much fun to write
    that I scribbled through the afternoon,
    the evening, and the night.

    If you think you know what happened next,
    I think you may be right.