The first time I tasted this yogurt,
I knew I'd found a good match.
It came to the rescue in my time of need
And has helped cure the morning sick patch.
Yogurt I love you, I can't tell a lie
You're kind to my stomach unlike pizza pie.
My first choice of fuel everywhere I do bring
I have yet to lose you to the porcelain king.
My one source of protein has solely been you
For chicken and pig seem to ensue the spew.
You're drinkable, portable, and just plain taste sweet
Dear Glen Oaks Farms, thanks for the great treat!
2 comments:
oh dear, I think it's official that you've gone mad. Sorry to break it to you girl, you've got way too long to go to be writing odes to your yogurt! :) Can't wait to see what you're writing around eight months! I am sooooo sorry this whole pregnant thing has been so tough on you. Any neice or nephew news today? :)
great poem! You ARE creative!
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