My sister made my lunch today,
at school I sat and ate away
at the macaroni and sauce on my plate-
but wait! What's this! Cheese have I here!
I will still eat it lest hunger be clear.
As I moved from class to class,
my bowels churned - and, alas,
an awkwardness settled about me.
In earnest and humble plea,
those around me left my company
to flee to whence their noses could live free.
"Burning rubber" said one of the smell.
"Nay," said another, "but I can tell
an egg has rotten on this very spot."
But the first nor the second, it was not.
You see, cheese in the stomach of a vegan does not end well at all.
For today many died, yes, many did fall.
No more will they be,
because I, a vegan, was served cheese.
