Dec 02, 2004 11:25
OH, plentiful heap of foreign cuisine
Please speed up your trip to my door
My patience wears thin, as so does my waistline
'Cos I'm too lazy to cook anymore.
My roommate is downstairs, smoking a ciggy
Yet upstairs this quitter does stay
To pass the time smoke-free I'm writing this poem
'Cos I haven't smoked a cigarette all day.
Hooray.
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