The Secret Life of an American Granola Bar
By Paul Harmak Vyacheslav Mayorskiy
In the factory, I was born
With a taste, I was given caramel
And small nuts to eat
As I get into a wrapper I feel excited to travel
But wait, I’m being opened
Aaahhh!!! I’m being eaten! What a cruel life,
Eaten where I was born
The factory! Ahh! Goodbye, wor…
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Brilliant. This is brilliant. You have more of these?
yeah
I also agree! Paul, I think you should post more poems! and also – the rest of your homeworks – whenever you have an essay or a story or a poem. It would be fun!