Food
Walking to the kitchen for something to eat
Rubbing my stomach, I smelt the meat.
When I came in the kitchen I saw eggs and bacon.
From the scent of the food, I was already taken.
Burgers, fries, a steaming apples pie
I was in Heaven, I thought I could fly.
Tacos, burritos, tortillas with cheese
All I needed was a 7/11 slurpee.
For dinner I had turkey and ham
After I finished, I had to say damn!
For desert I had cookies and cream
I was disappointed for it was all a dream.
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