Tag Archives: Comfort Food

Growing Big And Strong

When I was a kid I ate mac and cheese;

Now I eat pasta au gratin.

I used to eat hot dogs with ketchup;

Now I eat bratwurst. Ooh la lan.

I used to eat burgers and french fries;

Now I order steaks frites on a bun

But the day I stop eating potato volcanos

Is when childhood’s really done.

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Hamburger: Helper

Hamburger, hamburger,
Object of desire.
Cheese, mayo, and pickles
Cooked on electric fire.
Under fluorescent glow
I bite the whole-wheat shell.
My heavy heart grows lighter,
And my pocketbook as well.

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