Benson

Calzone

CALZONE

 

Far hungrier now have they forgot,

The order placed two hours ago.

Though in frustration I over thought,

The other mouth inside this home.

Had I known what I would spot,

Now for her sins she must atone.

To our deaths we each had fought,

"Bitch don't eat my Calzone!".

Comments1

  • Kren

    Amen



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