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Our Mother Made Lasagna

Our mother made lasagna, And then she went away. She gave us full instructions. We're left to find our way. She wrote her notes on baggies, Of prefabricated meals. And put them in the freezer, Under airlock seals. We tried to follow closely, All her helpful notes. The meal looked very tasty, Until it reached our throats. The flour I mixed with water, And dumped into the stew. But it made it rather gummy, And very hard to chew This is not a great beginning. The future looks real bleak. We're growing very hungry. But we've got another week!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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