I love chinese food! !
I love chinese food, and chinese food loves me,
but in my imaginary land, i am the queen.
The clouds there are orange chicken, the grass is chow mein,
I love my land, mostly because there's no candy canes.
The mountains are huge potsickersand the trees are eggrolls,
whatever I'm craving it falls into a bowl.
It doesn't fall in big, it falls in small,
I'll tell you how small, as small as a golf ball.
It rains soy sauce, and the bushes are broccoli,
the beef is a part, and that part is it's berries.
Whenever go there, it's always fun,
so next time I go, you should really come.
poem by Aubrey Harmel
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Ode To Orange Chgicken
Orange chicken, oh orange chicken,
how much I love you.
You're sweet, sticky, and tangy, all at the same time,
you go great wi th soy sauce, but never with lime.
ode to orange chicken, which I love to devour,
it's been in my mouth so often, it knows that i have power.
It knows the names of my taste buds, Jill, Lil, and Bill,
sometimes the orange chicken is happy, but sometimes it's held against it's will.
Whenever I eat orange chicken, it goes CRUNCH, CRUNCH,
and I have to have chow mein, and that goes MUCH, MUNCH!
Ode to orange chicken, it is always in a bowl,
but did I mention, i also love eggrolls.
poem by Aubrey Harmel
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