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


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