A Heart Full of Love
Oh, how I savor each and every dish
Beginning with a breakfast that can change
From pancakes and juice "" if that be your wish ""
To some sweet, sizzling sausage off the range.
But next comes lunch, to which I must confess,
My constant love for a homemade grilled cheese.
Or a Panini fresh off of the press,
That's crisp and oozes cheddar when I squeeze.
And then the crowning glory of the day,
A dinner: steak and fries, and if so bold,
An apple pie, the last of hunger slay
Such like a noble warrior of old.
But with such wondrous flavors, be aware
Alas they'll circle back in Tupperware.
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