Halloween was a few months back,
good thing I kept these,
I knew I could use them for something wack.
Mother told me not to buy them,
but me being me I did,
this is going to be better than a church hyme.
I laugh evilly,
dodging the waiters,
as I set them strategically.
One under the table,
a couple in the food,
one for my mother who won't buy me cable.
I return from the "restroom",
a hidden grin on my face,
a few more minutes until this restraunt is doomed.
I close my eyes as I wait,
leaning back in my seat,
my friends say this is why I can't get a date.
The waiter is here,
his right hand stacked high,
mother looks at her plate, what is it in there?
I wait for her scream,
as she takes her first bite,
this will haunt her dreams.
I slowly take in my food,
she still hasn't found it,
come on little bug, now this is just rude!
I've been waiting and waiting,
to make this day fun;
I want to see her fainting!
A scream from the booth,
just across the room,
a lady turns around, something on her tooth.
It wiggles! It moves!
This isn't my joke!
This day just improves!
She spits it, she stomps it,
killing my poor friend,
she hollars and has a big fit.
I laugh and I hoot,
as my parents pull me to leave,
I turn around quickly and give one last salute.
Gold trophy winner
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COOL POEM, oh my gosh! 
Let's hope that's a prank you'll never pull.
