We all got our weird eating habits, which hops us like rabbits. This poem represents one of mine.
Just bread and mayo, kraft real mayo, oh my oooo! Mayonaise sandwich at 3 am, no meat, turkey or ham.
Kraft real mayo is fattening a bit, but at the time, I didn't give a sit. I should really care, because I have no more weight to spare. Sleep walking to the refrigerator, kraft mayo became the dictator.
I love kraft real mayonaise, I could eat it for many a days. Don't let me find an empty jar, I'll go jump in my car. Off to the store I go, after some more kraft mayo.
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Love Tinka