5 more poems about my first thirteen weeks being a teaching assistant

The week isn't even over yet!

We
only sell
hippopotamuses that're dead.

Corners are very
sharp, they could even open
your belly or head.

The
choice is
up for nobody.

I was a cookie
and then I smashed myself, so
now I am human.

What
is my
word? Apple? ...No.

(Prompt by me)

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