Poem: Sausages

 Here's a dumb poem I wrote when I was 13. I don't know if I was inspired by e e cummings or what, but boom. Recorded for posterity.

Sausage Links

by Austin Ballard

As I sat in my room, reading,

At dinnertime

I smelled a smell

Like sausages.

SAUSAGES!

SAUSAGES, SAUSAGES!

I went insane and ate them.

All of them

Then I woke up

And continued reading.

And smelled the smell

Of stroganoff.

Dang it.