Of Blueberry Cheesecakes

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Of Blueberry Cheesecakes


I am a hardworking ant, black and round.
Today, slowly but surely, I climb the walls of cold cheese.

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Ah, sponges of sweet delicacy, I hum in delight,
Will you crush me, human, while I sing in blithe?

Will you strangle me, stuff my throat with icing and cream,
Or drown me in the juices of the bloody cherry?

Don't stab me with your trident, or shovel my grave
With your silver spade,

As I devour your little afternoon desert,
Of Blueberry cheesecakes.





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