How often do we overlook The joy it is to prep and cook A meal to share with loved ones dear: A time to relish food and beer. Instead we graze on pantry stores And munch on chips between our chores. When dinner comes we give no aid To make sure that a meal is made. If better life I wish to lead Then firm resolve is what I need: To sacrifice my whim for now And not to graze as mindless cow.
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I like it. :)
There was joy last week when you grilled those brats.