Grilled Cheese Poem by Christopher Carmine
Grilled Cheese
OH JEEZ!
I wish I could eat my grilled cheese!
But I can't eat it now,
because I'm dressed up like a clown.
A sad clown,
a happy clown.
No where to run,
no where to hide!
Can't drive,
can't ride.
A sad clown,
a happy clown,
The Grilled Cheese Clown
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: happy,sad
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7/29/2026 6:36:30 AM # rel_20260727T173023Z_37e450e
This did make me smile...did you get to eat it in the end? ...good one..thanks for sharing it...