A Poem about Lunch
Tuesday, June 19th, 2007Four jars of mayo.
All expired.
Tuna salad.
Made with French dressing.
Last resort.
Sad face.
Not too bad actually.
Weird.
Posted in General | 1 Comment »
Four jars of mayo.
All expired.
Tuna salad.
Made with French dressing.
Last resort.
Sad face.
Not too bad actually.
Weird.
Posted in General | 1 Comment »