June 05, 2005 @ 20:33
Ode to a Plate of Hashbrowns Consumed in a Booth at International House of Pancakes

I gaze upon you with longing
And for a while I cannot quite believe that we are together again
After nine long months apart
How I�ve missed you
Your delicate, golden, crispy exterior
With promises of soft ecstasy underneath

I caress you with my fork
Lift you gently but urgently to my waiting mouth
I feel the outside world melt away
And hear the moans of longing escape my lips
As you seem to melt in my mouth, I melt in your exquisite flavour
I know that I will be yours forever

Oh IHOP hashbrowns, now I understand what lovemaking truly is.

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