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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

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