Snacking With a Heaping Side of Cringe

Hey brah,

My bae is coming over soon to see me.

Why you ask? Because I'm her boo.

We are going to eat a moist cake.

We will yeet the plates into the trash.

Then we will drink some pop.

Or maybe drink choccy milk.

Doesn't this snacking adventure sound butter?

Those are all the cringy words I hate that I can fit in.

I hope this poem is fleek enough....