In a bazaar
spectacular
bizarre
jar
I bought. Strange triangular
cork. Popped. Vapor.
Powerful
Genie named Tatar.
I will dutifully
Fulfill
Your wishes. I am accessible
between the hours of nine am to five pm this isn't
flexible
or changeable.
In a masterful
forcible
voice I said Go to you room until I figure out if
your the incredible.
Why my Snail left
I soon forget the
Reason why,
All that I know is
He left such an empty
Plate,
Such an empty trace
Which I did not even
Want to try and erase
Fore he was a Snail
Like no other,
He was a friend,
My brother and
A meal like no other
And other thing's that
I wish not to divulge
At this time,
But anyway.
All I know is
If he come's back
He will be mind this time
I will have him over
Along with a sweet, sweet wine
And the Tatar Sauce
Ummmmmm.......
Then and only then
Will he ever be mind
Surfice to say,
That he will never
Have to stand in line
Again
GF
Mama's tater tot hot dish
get's taste buds flowing
burger tots onions soup cheese
burger onions soup
layer on bottom
add tots and
Bake !
Receipe
layer on bottom
hamburger in chunks
add chopped onion
pour on cream of mushroom soup no water
layer tots on top bake 1 hr covered in foil @ 350
than 1 hour uncover til goden brown
drip the chedder cheese on
than devour lol
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