Since I am not longer allowed to enjoy normal people food and am forced to eat things that taste like cardboard (and catch on fire like cardboard: see picture below). I am ending my relationship with cheese and noodles with a poem.
When I think about cheese my heart melts
I would love wear mozzarella pelts
Now that I cannot have my most glorious dairy
My life in general has turned quite scary
I just want to have some cheese on my crackers
Just like Green Bay needs their Packers
And not to mention noodles are gone
Their list of uses can go on and on
Wheels, Angel Hair, Macaroni…so sad
Without these two foods I may go mad!
RIP to my awful delicious diet.
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