Deadly Dinner
My dad is cooking dinner tonight
i'd rather not ask why
everytime I try to look the radish burns my eye
my sister walked into the room and smelt that awful smell
i could not believe what she did when she saw that slimy gel
she threw herself on the floor and screamed 'til she turned red
i'd rather not have dinner tonight
i think i'll go to bed
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