“Death To Doughboy”

Crispy flaky tender tasty crust To nibble on the doughboy is a must Watch him lay still his face in its last pose O' so tasty even the toes Firm Yet Delicate o what a treat The Pillsbury doughboy is a must to eat I found him in my kitchen baking a lovely cake Angry for all my flour he did take I grabbed his raw hand and spanked him well Just right then my hunger did swell He used all my food and my tummy was randy I thought the dough boy would do just dandy I lubed up the pan with my free hand I told the doughboy that I hoped he'd understand I opened the oven and put him in He tried to escape but he could not win He realized his faith and laid very still I began to rejoice in my fresh kill 6 more minutes until I engage in my feast Does killing the doughboy make me a beast? I took him out of the oven to cool off as the directions said Then when he was ready I bit off his head In ecstasy I was with the very first bite A treat so yummy could it be right Yes it can because only the strong survive And unlike Pillsbury I’m still alive I nibbled on his torso and decided to save the rest This meal I’ve just had is by far the best I want some tomorrow and the day after next I will tell of my triumph through my latest text In rhymes I shall tell of my new feet And from now on when you're hungry look for a doughboy to eat