Where All the Sandwich Crusts Go
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Wyatt was rotten, spoiled rotten
Anything he wanted, he had gotten
He lived his life a rotten way
He had plots and schemes
Evil plans and evil dreams
Of ruling the world one day
From quite a young age
He was filled with rage
He had a murky soul full of spite
He hatched a very devious plan
To help him grow into an evil man
He’d eat special sandwiches, day and night
He ate those sandwiches all year long
Magic sandwiches that made him strong
Slowly, they gave him super power
They were filled with only magic fixings
The bread was made with magic mixings
Using magic grain and magic flour
His magic chef and magic baker
Used a magic sandwich maker
To prepare this magic meal
With every bite, every chew
His evil powers grew and grew
The more he ate, the stronger he’d feel
But…If the sandwich had any crust
Wyatt screamed in sick disgust
He threw hissy fits and cried
So they cut off crusts, one by one,
From each sandwich when it was done
Then threw those crusts outside
Day after day he did this routine
All he ate was this magic cuisine
He ate and ate for 10 years straight
All day long crusts went flying about
Then out the window they were thrown out
To the dusty garden just past the gate
He became the villain everyone fears….
Eating sandwiches all of those years
An evil genius mastermind
On his birthday, his twenty first
He’d become so magic he almost burst
Magic of the very worst kind
Evil filled rooms wherever he went
As if it were a rotten scent…
The stinkiest smell of all the smells
He planned to conquer one town at a time
To take over the world, crime after crime
Using his rotten, evil spells
One morning, as the clouds swirled
He set out to take over the world
…..the world was in grave danger
Just off the porch in front of the house
In Wyatt’s path, there stood a mouse
A curious, fuzzy little stranger
The mouse drooled a bit then licked his lips
He rubbed his belly and shook his hips
He was hungry, ready to feed.
Then, a magic laser shot from his eyes
That shrunk Wyatt to a tiny size…
The size of a sunflower seed
The Mouse took him back to eat as a snack
Under the gate through a little crack
Back to the garden in the dirt and dust
Eating Wyatt was quite the treat
That little mouse never ate meat
…..For ten years he’d only eaten magic crust