A MONSTER CONFESSES

I eat children.

There, I said it.

I’d eat YOU next if I could.

If I saw you on the street,

I’d say, “There goes some children meat!”

And slather you in ketchup, yes, I would.

You eat chicken.

You eat pork.

I’d eat YOU with a knife and fork.

I’d wash you down with some lemonade

or a glass of sweet iced tea.

You go to school, you’re four feet tall,

and I’m sure you’re very nice and all,

but you’re just a talking hamburger to me.