The Ogre in the Kitchen (A Poem)

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A tumultuous experience awaits, There's an Ogre in the kitchen. How did he get there? What does he want? The Ogre says one word, "Food!" You take out fried chicken. You take out roast beef. You take out mashed potatoes. The Ogre grinds his teeth. You take out a bag of apples That the Ogre greedily rips apart. Better the apples Than to rip out your heart. The Ogre drinks a gallon of milk. The Ogre eats a whole apple pie. Will the Ogre ever be done eating? You wonder with a sigh. But the Ogre belches once, twice, three times together. He's feeling quite satisfied. His look is much better. "Goodbye," says the Ogre. "No more for me." The Ogre leaves the kitchen. "Hooray, we're free!"