It’s hot today.
Livening up my home with out the care factor.
All I want is fries. Hot and deep fried. Smothered in salt and crispy outside. To bite in it's fluffy and delicious. It warms my insides and I shovel more in. I want more. I want more. Until thirty minutes later, when I regret the whole thing.
The perfect woman.
With all ingredients prepped, And thrown in the jug, Careful with nothing misstepped, All ready for a big mug, The blender button I tap, But with the lid amiss, everything did splat.
Ever wonder about the stuff you own when you move? Should you really take it with you?
Peace and love.