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I said to myself, "Steven, there aren't enough metephorical poems about Tofu!" So here it is.
About Myself...About Tofu
By Steven
My life is a cube of tofu
It has no taste
whatsoever.
There's something to concider.
How can something
that's definately there,
with a definate shape, consistancy
(we'll get to the consistancy later)
Not have a taste?
That is my life.
No taste. Flavour as you will
Salt as needed.
My life is a cube of tofu.
It gets spongy sometimes
when you cook it too long.
I hate tofu.
About Myself...About Tofu
By Steven
My life is a cube of tofu
It has no taste
whatsoever.
There's something to concider.
How can something
that's definately there,
with a definate shape, consistancy
(we'll get to the consistancy later)
Not have a taste?
That is my life.
No taste. Flavour as you will
Salt as needed.
My life is a cube of tofu.
It gets spongy sometimes
when you cook it too long.
I hate tofu.