Grilled Cheese
Into the current, merciless violence
Ebbing flows of hunger from below
Breaking through the deep sounds of silence
Escaping from its grasp i cannot go
Cheese on the grill, divine words from above
Wonderful servant seeks my relief
Floating to me like a sweet little dove
Reinforcing the principles of my belief
To my rescue she selflessly runs
Wonderful butter, sweet slices of cheese
Wedged between the most beautiful buns
Brings me helplessly to my knees
Such divinity will surely be blessed
It flows over the edges like a water fountain.
My appreciation i have truly confessed
On the worlds tallest vast mountain.
~If you couldn't tell they were extremely bored. Plus Alyssa was actually making us all grilled cheese. They were so grateful they wrote her a poem.~
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