I have eaten
the cookies
That you have made
In the oven.
I know you spent
Your whole weekend
Working on them,
To me it seemed
As if they were a gold mine
Waiting to be found
I could not resist,
So I consumed them
Like a lawn mower
Faster than imaginable
When I swallowed that last one,
The taste finally came to me;
Bland and tasteless.
This is a really good poem. What parody is this from?
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