crumbling, soft feta
you are my one desire.
upon romane you lie in wait,
italian dressing is your fate.
when i crave, my needs you meet;
you satisfy me like a treat.
you give your life in place for mine,
when i'm hungry and when i dine.
far beyond my deepest wishes,
i crave your taste in all my dishes.
1 comment:
This is HILARIOUS!!! although, feta and i don't sing such a sweet song.
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