Tried to get to me.
It only wanted to cause harm,
Tried to win me by pure charm.
Underneath the pure white umbrella
Hid darkened frills, tinged with envy.
It wanted to get to my plate
To spoil my meal, staring at me.
Acting all innocent- Such a crime!
My knife cuts deep, breaking the skin
No blood is shed.
I cut it into cubes, boxes,
Trap it between four walls
Stop it from escaping.
The mushroom lies, limbs scattered across the plate.
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