He wears no skin, yet he always grins, With a purple hood and a villainous spin. He plots and schemes from his shadowy throne, Chasing a castle that’s not his own. He roasts his minions and foes with delight, His insults slap harder than his army’s might. I could write a book about what you don’t know, Is the kind of wisdom he loves to throw. His voice is a laugh, his plans are grand, Though they always seem to slip out of hand. Until we meet again, don’t be a bumbling fool, He’ll remind you himself, that’s his golden rule.

A taxidermy animal head on a wall, Or a particularly beautiful wife, A shiny gold cup for being dead good at sports, All ways to show you've succeeded at life

When the grape was crushed, what did it say? Nothing, it just let

A Redditor furrows their brow, Sweat dripping down as they wonder how Each failed guess adds to the growing fuss, You're close! Try again! The screen insists. Another failed guess joins the growing list. The AI generates hints, devouring hard-earned coins, Ten tries later, they're shaking their fists This isn't just ridiculous, it's downright ....... !

I'm good in cookies... please leave out the raisins. I'm a healthy breakfast option especially on cold mornings. Goldilocks would have probably enjoyed me more in US and Canada if the bears topped me with fruits and berries.