Image by Brooke Lark

She put me in the oven to bake.

I am feeling hot, and I start to bubble. 

Looking at my friends, I know I am in trouble.

She opens the door, and I begin my new life.

Frosting me with a silver knife,

Decorating me with candy jewels.

The rest of my batch looking like fools.

Lifting me, she takes off my wrapper.

Feeling the breeze, I want to slap her.

Open her mouth bite me with her shiny teeth.

 Ouch! and I die.

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