O Teenage Metabolism, Where Art Thou
When I was a teen, I would munch
My way through the whole Sunday brunch.
I'd destroy that buffet,
Then as we walked away,
I'd ask my poor mother, "When's lunch?"
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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