Oh how I love thee,
You really fill me.
When I am hungry,
The thought of you makes me go heehee.
I crave you at least once a week,
I don't eat you because you're sheik,
I don't care if you make me reek,
When you're being cooked I want to peek.
So what went wrong?
What happened to that song?
That version I had of you today,
The one that didn't make me go "yay",
Tasted all burnt and yucky,
It made my mood go all mucky.
This is the way Pad Thai is supposed to look:
Smack Smack Drool Drool
Instead I had a version where the cook...
sucked.
Sigh.
And yet, I go on, dreaming of a version that will make me go me-oh-my.
My Pad Thai.
My Pad Thai.
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