OH DEAD GRUB

You had so much to live for

So white and grublike

It is such sweet sorrow

To see you leave this earth so soon

One of earth’s greatest tragedies

You were dried up

Like how a corpse would be if a vampire sucked all of the blood out of it

I poked you with a stick

And you were so crispy that you disintegrated

Your last words were so beautiful

You said

Let my death be a metaphor for commercial farming

Because animals also die

Like I’m about to

OH DEAD GRUB

Here is an acrostic poem for you 

Good grub

Really good grub

Um that grub was good

Bet yah know that the grub was good