Cheese puffs

Steve was very fond of cheese puffs. He ate them everyday. A friend warned him was eating to much but Steve did not care. One day he woke up early. His vision was blurry and he felt naked and so he went to reach for his clothes but had no arms. He felt curved and fat. He went to the mirror to see what was wrong. He was afraid to look down.
It turns out overnight he had turned into a cheesepuff. He was so amazed that his dream had come true he begin to eat himself but he tilted his head to much and broke in half. He died a quick cheesy death. His body was never found because the mice ate him and so they put him as missing but it went unsolved.


They say if you ever listen closely to a bag of open cheesepuffs you can hear his happy chews.....of his body.

Popular posts from this blog

Trouble, trouble, trouble

Washed away our love

Sally: A halloween poem