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It was the night before Christmas and all was swell, I was drawn to the kitchen by a beautiful smell.
Pastries and chocolate so many sweet treats,
Chicken and turkey all of the meats.
Two trays of sausage rolls one with onion one without,
My mum showed me mine she said "here's yours, no doubt!"
I trusted this woman I'm her only son, by the end of the night she would see me run.
Fresh out the oven I just couldn't wait, a grabbed a sausage roll and put it on my plate!
I put it in my mouth and took a big bite, but wait what was that!? It gave me a fright!
The taste was regret and lies from my mum,onions and cheese ended the Christmas fun.
I run to the bathroom and spat out with disgust,
My mum was no longer a woman I could trust.
Onions ruined Christmas and the relationship with my mum, I'll never eat them again. No sir. I'm done.
We are the devouring wolves of noobs. 🐺