Corn Bread
Corn bread warm from the hot oven
Slathered with butter
Tasty snack, lips smack nosily
Blood glucose recovers
Mustard greens upon the eye
An aroma floats by
Lured to the kitchen food to try
Baked sweet potatoes spy
Creamed mashed potatoes in plain sight
Maybe taste just a few
Fresh banana peppers eaten
Now who will the dishes do
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