The silky carmine gravy
Slides softly onto the tray
With chunks of sumptuous little beasts
Flowing downstream into a dish that lay
Cooked with marvel
Served with delight
A light green shower spreads
Of pretty shredded leaves a fresh
There comes the king of breads all known
Be it Italian or American, it beats all those
I wonder if it's the heat or the shimmering butter
That keeps its head raised high above others
Picked and crimped with rings of onion
The beast with the cream goes silently into the stomach
All that comes out from deep within
Is a voice that says 'Hey, I just had a feel of Heaven'.
Slides softly onto the tray
With chunks of sumptuous little beasts
Flowing downstream into a dish that lay
Cooked with marvel
Served with delight
A light green shower spreads
Of pretty shredded leaves a fresh
There comes the king of breads all known
Be it Italian or American, it beats all those
I wonder if it's the heat or the shimmering butter
That keeps its head raised high above others
Picked and crimped with rings of onion
The beast with the cream goes silently into the stomach
All that comes out from deep within
Is a voice that says 'Hey, I just had a feel of Heaven'.
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