Dear Gum


I bought a pack of chewing gum,

last Thursday at the store.

And when I tried to take a piece,

you fell out on the floor.


I looked at you,

you looked at me,

As I began to drool.

I knew I couldn’t leave you there,

for it was time for school.


I scooped you up,

unwrapped you fast,

and popped you in to chew.

You seemed surprised and even shocked,

but then I thought you knew.


How much I love to chew on gum,

it gives me such a thrill.

For every time I’m offered some,

I’m certain that I will.


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