What is candy, but something sweet?
And is it food that you'd like to eat?
Or would you rather have some meat?
I'll pick it up; I don't mind that feat.
What is chicken, but something fowl?
If you use too much ketchup, will you need a towel?
Or if you're having shish kebabs, will you need a little dowel?
And if you want truffles, will you need a trowel?
What is a sandwich, but bread and filling?
The bread comes from grain that has gone through the milling.
And fixings in abundance, over-spilling
Go in the mouth and lap of the sandwich-eating-willing.
What is an Amber. Could it be a stone?
Or maybe it's old sap from a tree Mesozone?
But when it's capitalized, it's not something you can own,
But someone whom you love, and will never be alone.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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