A Damn Good Grilled Cheese
Sizzle, pop, sizzle, sizzle,
The butter in the pan,
Cooking the bread to a perfect golden brown,
While the cheese melts slowly
I flip with a smile,
It’s almost done,
The first grilled cheese I’ve ever made
By myself
Crunch, sizzle, crunch, crunch,
It’s still hot,
Buttery, cheesey, delicious,
Strings of cheese stretch with every bite
That’s a damn good grilled cheese
I made dinner for myself,
With a pan on a stove,
No microwave involved,
Like a real life adult
This poem is about:
Me
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