Today we're doing a Dodoitsu. I know. I had no idea what it was either. It sounds like something that went extinct in the 1800s...rofl. So I went here. This is my poem about Peeps:
PEEPS
Clearly peeps are not for food
Sugary tooth-rot not good
Always stale like foam or wood
But you can pose them.
Microwave blows them up well
They spark and scream like a bell
I'd flinch but I can't really tell
If they felt the pop.
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
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