There's a sandwich under my couch,
it's been there for a week.
The bread is turning green
and it's starting to reek.
I only took one bite
and decided that was enough...
so I slid it under my couch
with all my other stuff.
The stench intensifies
with each passing day,
but somehow I keep forgetting
to throw that sandwich away.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual sandwiches under couches is purely coincidental.
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