Happy Food


Food makes me really happy

It makes me want to take a nappy.

Apples, oranges, plums

I hope I won't need a Tums.
Jalapeño, Sausage, pepperoni
This pizza looks better than Jovoni. 
The look in my eyes is true love
I'd marry bacon with a million doves.
I'll probably end up fat 
But I'll just get an 'I <3 food' tat.
You won't see a bigger smile
Then when I get served a heaping pile. 
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