I was starving for some affection
You made me your specialty of the house
Velveeta cheese on toasted white bread
Grilled in a puddle of Blue Bonnet
Laid out and suitable for framing on a thin white paper plate
With a sweet pickle and a side order of chips
A diet cherry cola with lots of ice to wash it down
And for dessert a piece of Rhubarb pie
American enough to die for....
(2007)
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Heaven never looked so good!