A dash of salt
A little vinegar
A slice of tomato
A hint of sugar
Cool lemonade sloshes inside my soul
Let the flavours soak in and make me whole!
A word aside to our heavenly Mother
Patroness of food and protector of the liver
Let no mortal say, 'no more no more'
We might grow fat but out with such bores!
Who ever grew fat on cakes and meat loafs??
Eat well, make merry and exercise..loads!
This poem might not be a masterpiece
Well, dryad my mate, what do you make of this?!
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haha...brilliant, brilliant!
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