The Last Supper
Mango's are tasty
And oranges are orange,
Apple be on my mind
As I decipher the laws of gravity,
Moms always say "eat your greens"...!
So I took my pees
Vege served on tables,
Lemon slices on glass sides
A yellow day like the lemonade,
Glasses as screen preserving the soar within,
Life with its bitter moments,
So we weep like when we cutting onions..
Tears of cooking but the food will taste good,
Stove on and the kitchen warm!
"if you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen"
In the dinning room waiting to be served,
Tables and chairs to the set up of the table,
Napkins laid out and chairs drawn out,
And we all eat with a folk and knife:
The choices of life, dreams on a platter!
To choosing the right portions for consumption,
catered and dined, by fine woman with "hills"...
We all reached the top,
Red wines to black suites,
with blue ties and a white handkerchief,
And we toast to "The Good Life"
After the clings we all shout, Lets feast!
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