A Poem

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The sound one might make if they happened to be crossing the kitchen floor barefoot, in darkness, yearning for some savory midnight morsels like butter pecan ice cream, leftover garlic- tomato- basil- and broccoli pasta, or maybe just a ham sandwich, and happened to find that stray thumbtack from two days ago by stepping on it with the point up...

Ouch! Fu---
Sonofa hmmmmmnh-
That smarts....