The cheeseA Poem by ShannonSOmething I came up with
The cheese
Look at the cheese
Sitting there in the ice box
Longing to be eaten’
For no price
You can go grilled cheese
OR quesadilla
Or a plain hamburger if you like
Whatever you want you can make
Gooey and squishy
Yellow or orange?
You decide what you want
Cause I am getting me a cheese sandwich!
© 2009 Shannon |
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