I love mustard on my burger,
I love mustard on my fries.
Mustard is on my cup holder,
And it's gotten in my eyes.
Chili dogs can't do without it,
Potato salad needs it to.
Pour it in don't be discreit,
Yellow it's the real you.
Mustard goes with many things,
Try it for yourself and see.
Maybe on some spicy hot wings,
Or some fancy french puree.
Mustard in the morning,
mustard noon and night.
On your eggs while your'e still yawning,
Any time it's a delight.
6/18/10 29 palms ca.
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very mouthwatering opoem Mamta