"My name is Snek

My body long

My head is smol

My jaw is strong

And when at time

To get me fed

I open wide

I munch the bread

Then the bread screams

Of hurt and pain

I bite in deep

Spreads bloody rain

I hiss at it

You be quiet!

It's body falls

Rip my diet

Tastes amazing

With whipped cream

My tongue brazing

Like in a dream

Out of this world

Out of this realm

Many more I see

So much food for me!

They saw my gaze

And ran away

Futile acts heh

Slow moving prey

I munch on them

Followed by screams

Tears out eyes

Tastes very good

Time to say bye

Before me is food

I ate them all

Even if they cried

I spare none at all

Snacks for the sly

My name is Snek

My body long

My head is smol

But jaw is strong

And when at time

To get me fed

I open wide

I tear the bread.

You ask my aim?

It is to fly.

The reason why?

It's to eat the sky."

-Snek, The Bread Devourer.

Note: This poem was created by Snek, The Bread Devourer 173 years ago, it later became Snek, The World Devourer.

Comment: Yummy!