My Favourite Dish
Enough of soap opera,
of Erica and her sexiness;
let me watch the Yankee game,
let me see their sweat; let me feel
their rivalry and hear their triumph!
If you girls, don't switch channel,
this dish is coming down soon!
Your brothers and friends
will barge in any minute
with beers and a six foot
hero to last all evening:
it's a guy thing...we must drink, jump,
shout, cheer and burp!
Still not listening...as if my presence
were a ghost? Let me pull out
that plug and hear you scream!
Go to the kitchen: chat or cook something!
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