Bites and Sips
A little bite won't hurt
Just a nibble
A snip off the end
The sweet cake is oh so tempting
I must try it
I open my mouth
Close my teeth
And the piece slides down my throat
I wait a second
To see what will happen
Then I start to grow
Inch by inch
My cloths stretch
Losing every stitch
I keep growing and growing
Till my head hits the roof
"Oof"
That hurt
Then there is a bottle
'Drink me' it says
I think why not
A sip and I shrink
Back to my original size
Now that was a trip
I think I should stop doing what I read on cakes and bottles