Because I'm so cultured, here's a little poem:
I swear if I hear you chew your food,
I'll be sad and do some stuff.
I knew a kid who chewed his food,
Little did he know, he was in the hood.
One guy didn't like it, not for lunch
He busted a cap'n the crunch.
-- Benjamin Ellis
(from the Bad Poetry at Its Finest blog)
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