Lemon Pudding

by xXxUNOxXx   Feb 26, 2008


When i get home from a long day's work
i don't reach for anything special.
Nothing hard to make, or eat.
I go into the kitchen and reach into the drawer
and pull out my favorite spoon.
Then i go into the fridge
with a smile on my face, and a growl in my belly
I grab the four pack of lemon puddy.
My day get's lost into my lil' cup of lemon pudding.

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