I wrote this little poem.
It was so much fun to write
that I scribbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.

When the morning sun was rising
and the sky was growing light,
I went searching for some breakfast
but no breakfast was in sight.
(If you’ve ever needed breakfast
then you’ll understand my plight.)
I was feeling fairly famished
so, although it isn’t right,
I picked up this little poem
and I took a tiny bite.
It was utterly delicious!
It was such a sheer delight
that I nibbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.

When the morning sun was rising
and the sky was growing light,
I went searching for this poem
but no poem was in sight.
So I wrote it down again and
it was so much fun to write
that I scribbled through the afternoon,
the evening, and the night.

If you think you know what happened next,
I think you may be right.