My dream in the Pudding
by The Man who Was to Be King, maybe, perhaps…

As the partridge began to sing
I could sense the slyness of my pudding
The pudding, in its slyness
As it lapped and laced upon the youth coated bough.
It slurped and swallowed the earth.
And then, the earth became spaghetti
The boy ate the spaghetti
The stomach churned as he enjoyed it
He choked to death
He was buried and a worm ate his insides
His pancreas, glutimus maximus and so forth
The worm swallowed some of the spaghetti
He choked as well, and so to were his pancreas eaten
The pudding from the way beginning was getting cold
And all this I saw on its glossy surface

And all died.

Note: This poem is a satire of the SAT and other standardized tests. To see this point, ask such questions you could expect on such a test, such as, 'What is the authors intention?" or "What is the meaning of this poem?" and so on.