Nothing
feels a little too Plain
Seeds of all sorts
tend to bunch up my shorts
And Garlic
leaves a bad taste in my brain
Wheat
what a wasted opportunity
Salt
makes me thirsty as a flea
Cheese Ones are disquieting
(they make me feel like dieting)
And Egg
would revolt the bourgeoisie
Raisins
only serve to clog my toaster
Chocolate
will destroy you just like meth
Jalapenos, leave me be
For there's just one kind for me
Give me Onion
or give me a swift death!
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