Tuesday Morning - 7:31 a.m.
(If this actually was a poem it would be the worst. poem. ever.!)
There once was hot dog bun that belong to Melissa
She liked to eat grody veggie bratwarst
Which is really funny considering her dad is a pig farmer
She brings her grody veggie brats and buns to work on Friday nights
Well one Friday she put an extra bun in the freezer
Unwrapped mind you
Which is so Melissa�Lisa watched her do this and thought,
�Whatdoin Melissa? Why no wrap up bun? What about freezer burn?�
As it turns out freezer burn was the least of the buns worries
One day it was just sticking out to the toaster (remember the cookies)
Then it wasn�t�where it went I don�t know
Then it was back in the freezer�how it got there I don�t know
Then Dave says one day it fell out onto the floor and he put it back in
Yesterday Lisa found it in the microwave
Then Erik grabbed it from her and began to eat it
He ripped a quarter of it off and decided it was no good and put it back in the freezer
And that�s where it was when I last saw it. I wonder if Mel will eat it on Friday. It can�t taste any worse than her grody vegeterian bratwarst!
