I love when the steam from a sandwich has glory
Transparently dotted on microwave ceiling.
This feeling will never seem boring nor hoary,
Continuous vim gives renewal to story
I tell of why melting the cheese is appealing.
I hate when a parasite latches on bauble
Important to me, has no option revealing
Direction that means he can now try to cobble
An alternate means of fulfilling the awful,
Pathetic, decrepit intent he's concealing.
The best way for eating a vegetable serving
Is piling the fiber on tines in formation
With rice and capsaicin--height much deserving
An accolade grateful. I'm sure in observing
Each mouthful takes tongue to divine destination.
The pegs I will fashion for dregs who offended
My sense of respectfulness bring immolation.
A sharpness imparted by tool oft pretended
For me can be actual, gods have intended
To scrape down some wood for a hate of great station.