A Stinky Cheese Nightmare
I am stinky cheese.
I wonder why this gray mouse has me in it’s dull, white teeth.
I hear a girl calling her mom for her cheese.
I see a big green eye looking through the peephole.
I want to hide but it is too late.
I am not cheerful.
I pretend to be brown cardboard.
I feel like I am going to be eaten.
I touch the girl’s slimy lips.
I understand that I am in trouble.
I say “Please don’t eat me!” with a cowardly screech.
I dream that my family will be devastated to hear that a small girl is chewing on me.
