god'swife19 Nov 2002

Let not mine eyes gaze upon this putried assemblage.
My life is a suasage link and you, you are the pancake.
I'm drawn to your butter and imitation maple syrup.
Guide me home again
Into the security of a carbohydrate blanket.
An elevated glucose level shines behind your eyes.
Oh House of Lite Pancakes
Close not the kitchen.
I am drawn to you.
I am drawn to the fork and knife.