I hate ayran. It tastes like what you would put in a vat of freaking manure to enhance it and make super-crops or something. It's a drink in my country that tastes so bad to me I question why people would do such a stupid thing like drinking it to themselves. It's milk with added salt, I think. I love milk. It's one of my favorite things to drink. But, like, ew? Added salt? What were they thinking? My best friend loves it. My mom loves it. In my country, you either love it or hate it. When I tried it, I thought I was going to throw up. I hate it so much I've written a poem to express my feelings.~
It took one last, “Wait!”, and that was it.
“I’m sick and tired of this *******!”
I stormed upstairs and took the DS.
“This ought to get you off your ***!”
I threw the DS out of the window
To which the child exclaimed, “Oh, no!”
She rushed downstairs and broke into tears.
“Now, now, it isn’t that bad, dear.”
I wrapped my arms around the child,
But, all of a sudden, she became wild
And pushed me away and ran to her room
Saying, “Don’t you come in here anytime soon!”
Her behavior shocked me and left me stunned.
Something about this just had to be done.
A few minutes before the clock struck one,
I turned her milk into ayran.
A pinch of salt got the job done.
“Ha, ha, ha, this is gonna be fun!”
My daughter walked into the room and sat down.
She sipped her “milk” and started to frown.
Her face turned pale, and then she spat the drink out.
“THIS TASTES LIKE ****!” I heard her shout.
“That’s because it is,” I confessed to her.
“Typical mother…” I heard her murmur.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” I asked angrily.
“Nothing!” Then, she turned away from me.
“Child,” I began, inching closer every second.
“I honestly hope that you have learned your lesson.”
The girl smiled and then gave me a hug and a kiss.
“Good girl,” I said. “That’s my little miss.”
And then she behaved, and we lived happily ever after,
And I rarely ever had to shout or scream at her.
Since that day, my daughter did nothing wrong,
And never again did I have to give her ayran.
The end!~ If the swears get me banned, oh no! If they aren't allowed, edit them out. But I hate ayran. It's just, like, so, ew?
I decided to put this in the General Chat forum because of the question I am about to ask.
Do you guys have anything that you hate the taste/smell/look/touch/sound of? (Poems are NOT required). I just added the poem for comdeic purposes. I don't think it should be considered art or whatever.
Anyway, guys, feel free to tell me something appalling to any one of your five senses here.
NintendoFanKimmy, out.~ I hate ayran. It tastes like what you would put in a vat of freaking manure to enhance it and make super-crops or something. It's a drink in my country that tastes so bad to me I question why people would do such a stupid thing like drinking it to themselves. It's milk with added salt, I think. I love milk. It's one of my favorite things to drink. But, like, ew? Added salt? What were they thinking? My best friend loves it. My mom loves it. In my country, you either love it or hate it. When I tried it, I thought I was going to throw up. I hate it so much I've written a poem to express my feelings.~
It took one last, “Wait!”, and that was it.
“I’m sick and tired of this *******!”
I stormed upstairs and took the DS.
“This ought to get you off your ***!”
I threw the DS out of the window
To which the child exclaimed, “Oh, no!”
She rushed downstairs and broke into tears.
“Now, now, it isn’t that bad, dear.”
I wrapped my arms around the child,
But, all of a sudden, she became wild
And pushed me away and ran to her room
Saying, “Don’t you come in here anytime soon!”
Her behavior shocked me and left me stunned.
Something about this just had to be done.
A few minutes before the clock struck one,
I turned her milk into ayran.
A pinch of salt got the job done.
“Ha, ha, ha, this is gonna be fun!”
My daughter walked into the room and sat down.
She sipped her “milk” and started to frown.
Her face turned pale, and then she spat the drink out.
“THIS TASTES LIKE ****!” I heard her shout.
“That’s because it is,” I confessed to her.
“Typical mother…” I heard her murmur.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” I asked angrily.
“Nothing!” Then, she turned away from me.
“Child,” I began, inching closer every second.
“I honestly hope that you have learned your lesson.”
The girl smiled and then gave me a hug and a kiss.
“Good girl,” I said. “That’s my little miss.”
And then she behaved, and we lived happily ever after,
And I rarely ever had to shout or scream at her.
Since that day, my daughter did nothing wrong,
And never again did I have to give her ayran.
The end!~ If the swears get me banned, oh no! If they aren't allowed, edit them out. But I hate ayran. It's just, like, so, ew?
I decided to put this in the General Chat forum because of the question I am about to ask.
Do you guys have anything that you hate the taste/smell/look/touch/sound of? (Poems are NOT required). I just added the poem for comdeic purposes. I don't think it should be considered art or whatever.
Anyway, guys, feel free to tell me something appalling to any one of your five senses here.
NintendoFanKimmy, out.~ |
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