The Secret Life of an American Granola Bar

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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3 Responses to “The Secret Life of an American Granola Bar”

  1. Lyuda says:

    Brilliant. This is brilliant. You have more of these?

  2. -vm says:

    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!

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