Perfect doughnuts penetrated my persnickety consciousness
All demanding my devotion to their deliciousness
So I complied, completely cashing out with my confections
Taking titillating bite after bite to toast my triumph
Realize that these rare respites from my diet restrictions
Yields too many yummy yeast infused carbs for my blood sugar
Can’t make it hot enough to please him
He scarfs down whole scotch bonnets for breakfast
I even saw him puree ghost peppers and drink it as a smoothie
Last Superbowl was the topper. The con carne concoction he brought was pure chemical warfare
Leaving us all to stare in awe and fear as he ate the whole thing without a single sniffle
It did come to no surprise that his intestines eventually got their revenge for his war crimes.
She felt so cold and lethargic. Today was just one of those days.
He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back
Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely
That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.
She took out the long wooden stake and drove it into his heart
The vampire shuddered once before collapsing to the tabletop
Emily smiled. Buffy had nothing on her
Alan took a step back from her, horrified
Killing someone in cold blood because they liked their sirloin rare seemed a bit over the top
So he was happy with being a circle
He liked that better than being a square
And he loved all the food pyramid equally
Perhaps he should have used the heart attack as a stop sign, but…
Eventually it caught up to him, and he was placed in a rectangle box
Focusing all his attention on his spaghetti,
Oliver slowly twirled the utensil on top of his spoon,
Revolving strand after strand around their tines,
Knowing that he was breaking his dead Italian grandfather’s heart.
“Focus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you”
“Really dude? It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.”
“Unless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs”
“Isn’t that stuff loaded with carbs? Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.”
“That may be true. Can I interest you in a zucchini?”
“Stay far away from me with that thing. You might poke an eye out.”
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Cuddly was not an adjective used to describe Timmy
Rarely was he not bellyaching or griping about something
And even though you would think he had a hard shell he was really a softy
Because of that people would just devour him when the season was right
Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
Crunching on this piece of Nashville hot fried chicken
Relishing in the heat and texture dancing in my mouth
It is a spiritual experience to be sure
So much noise and so much spice
Perhaps I should have gotten that milkshake after all
Yeppers, as my mouth begins to erupt, yes, I should have
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