Icky
Sticky
Not-so-chewy
Gooey,
Gluey
Brownie Buns.
They give you mumps and measles
Rabid weasels.
They're full of ticks
And taste like bricks
Those fickle brittle
Brownie Buns.
They're not charmers,
But battleship armors.
They taste like dung
On the tongue
Those dirty, murky
Brownie Buns.
They're cannon fodder
Which makes them odder.
Those tasteless, tactless
Brownie Buns.
Bleh!
Author notes
The cafeteria was serving brownies tonight, and I was inspired to verse.
A contest entry
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400 points, ended December 4, 2007, 86 entries
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Comments
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lol
this is actually quite a funny poem that you've written here (and no, I'm not laughing with the unfortunate event of served brownies here 
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This read as if it was some kind or rap-song. The rhyme (coincidental I guess) is a nice touch to this, as well as the rhythm you've captured with the lines
Thank you for entering this contest - I wish you the best of luck!
Leander -
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You insult me... rap? Bleh!
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