14th June 10
O fiery flames of my soul;
Bubbling cauldron of last night’s fest of sundry greens and cheeses,
Thou shalt not best me!
For I come equipped with the sweetest weapon,
Cloak of pink kevlar, coat mine chest and stomach with your defenses;
Calm theses stormy gastrointestinal seas
And linger on, that I may eat Sister Jenkins’ macaroni and cheese once more.
Victory.
