I fell in a hamburger, and tasted love
It was juicy.
Love was bittersweet,
like chocolate and strawberries.
I slid on mustard,
ketchup,
and melted cheese
tripped over a bun
and still fell so deep
I think I like falling in a hamburger,
but I love the taste of love.
I don't like sliding on mustard
but chocolate and strawberries
About the Creator
Lady Tolbert
Music and poetry are embedded in my soul, and in this space I get to let you take a peek inside of me. I hope you find something that makes you smile, ponder the meaning of life, laugh, cry, shout, kick up your heels and dance. ENJOY!!
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