Happy Food

October 30, 2014

Food makes me really happy

It makes me want to take a nappy.

Apples, oranges, plums

I hope I won't need a Tums.

Jalapeño, Sausage, pepperoni

This pizza looks better than Jovoni.

The look in my eyes is true love

I'd marry bacon with a million doves.

I'll probably end up fat

But I'll just get an 'I <3 food' tat.

You won't see a bigger smile

Then when I get served a heaping pile.

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