Hot Mami,
Baby chickadee,
Got you rolled up on a plate just for me.
Any more sugar and you'd be-
an IV-
of liquid sucrose.
A trip.
A honey drip.
Dripin' all over the plate. Place.
Making a mess in the kitchen- on your chin and face.
It's bananas, things gettin' crazy,
Split and meant to share but you's kinda lazy.
Your stomachs kinda full. Blood sugar rising,
now try to sit and work all day advertising.
Didn't you make that for me once?? It looks like something right up my alley!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI think I would have made you a tortilla with butter, cinnamon and sugar. The rest of the ingredients would have been over-kill, you are sweet enough!
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