Cheers to you, forgotten french fry.
When the sandwich is gone, and last fry is eaten, you come to the rescue.
Hiding under a piece of lettuce, you appear magically for one last bite.
That last dab of Ketchup-Mayo pink sauce (3 parts K, 2 part M) would go tragically lost without you.
And I, as a foodie, would be tragically lost without you.
Forgotten french fry, I may be in love.
1 comment:
No way! I'm all for non-trans-fat fries!
It's sorta like dark chocolate and red wine, I feel less guilty about eating them if I can convince myself they're not bad for me!
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