Lovely you are glistening in the dull florescent light
My stomach cries out as I savor my first bite.
If I could but partake in your carbs ere the end of my trip
Two more danishes and surely my pants will rip.
How I love thee, let me count the pounds
As I look at the scale my eyes are as big as jumbo size fudge rounds.
O danish why doth thou loath me
Whilst mine stomach doth savor thee?
I shall put thee down, nay, I shall throw thee away
Twas just kidding danish, do not look upon me that way.
Bittersweet is the relationship between danish and man
Do not look upon mine for I will bite thine hand.
Selah
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