Pasta and sauce for supper,
Mostly Chef Boy-ar-dee…
Mixed with rotini this supper
Is enough to satisfy me.
A grilled cheese sandwich and peanut butter,
‘Though the peanut is nearly gone…
The heart barely flutters
From the fat and salt it carries on!
Maybe when home, ice cream,
Can help to sweeten the day…
And one of my wife’s kisses
Before in exhaustion I sleep away.