<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419982" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dessert Storm</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one saw it coming, <br> that warm September day-<br>Not the workers at the pudding shack<br>Who mixed sweet treats for pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the Rookie at the pressure valves<br>Not the people in the town<br>It was the Rookies’ rank incompetence<br>That set in motion what went down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nine vats of Snack Time pudding<br>Exploded with a roar<br>Three hundred thousand gallons<br>Went oozing out the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The workers never had a chance<br>On this, their final day<br>Ending up like Easter bunnies<br>For a giant’s holiday</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That mighty wave of chocolate.<br>Like a Tsunami hit the town.<br>Sweet creamy death swept over them<br>Deliciously, they drowned.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Others turned and tried to flee.<br>They ran for all their worth.<br>The swift were lucky to escape<br>This scrumptious hell on earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The survivors of the snack slide <br>Lost all they owned in town<br>It was a diabetics’ wet dream<br>Everything was chocolate brown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was the worst snacktastrophe<br>Our land had ever seen.<br>Obama sent marines with spoons<br>The air force dropped whipped cream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419982" data-title="Dessert Storm de John F. McCullagh" data-description="No one saw it coming, that warm September day- Not the workers at the pudding shack Who mixed sweet treats for pay. Not the Rookie at the pressure valves Not the people in the town It was the Rookies’ rank incompetence That set in motion what..."></div> </div> </div>

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