Oh Lasagna you are so good.
With all your layers that don't taste like wood.
Your whole wheat noodles are cooked to perfection
With such great technology, they call convection.
Sauce from a jar, who knew it could be so great
Never would I think to use it as bait.
Add the cheese and then some more
So good you think someone brought it to my door.
Lasagna you are red, not blue or green
And thankful I am to the wonderful Bean
For making me dinner and lunch and dinner
Eating so much will make me the winner
Until the next time we meet
I will count out every single heartbeat
Oh Lasagna you are so good.
I'm still glad you don't taste like wood.
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Spoken like a man out of work.
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That's weird. I'm glad that you like lasagna.
You're hilarious man. :) How long did it take you to come up with all that?! I'm not a huge fan of the stuff, but that's great that it brings you such joy! Tee hee!
The thing that is funny to me is your implication that delivery is better than homemade! :)
Glad you're still liking the lasagna, is it gone yet?!
You're crazy! Nice poem! You should write me one! It could start out, "Oh cool Zachary, you don't work in a factory. I will make you a daiquiri, that will soothe your olfactory!" Get to work Bro!
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