Ode To Mushrooms

The rank smell fills my lungs,
As I try not to heave it all in.
The plate of yuck is skipping towards me,
It suddenly halts at my plate mat.

The revolting creatures may look cute with their plump little button heads,
But they're actually woeful things that haunt me at night.

When you slice them open,
They roll everywhere and the black, greyish colours blind me.

These ferocious, grotesque, revolting, disgusting, gross and hideous monsters are called MUSHROOMS!!