My heart?
Potatoes.
My soul,
Turkey.
Naught but green bean casserole,
Cranberries, cranberries everywhere,
For I have looked into the abyss, and glimpsed only gravy,
Gazed upon that holy mountain, and beheld thine dinner roll,
Am I man?
Nay.
I am pie.
My heart?
Potatoes.
My soul,
Turkey.
Naught but green bean casserole,
Cranberries, cranberries everywhere,
For I have looked into the abyss, and glimpsed only gravy,
Gazed upon that holy mountain, and beheld thine dinner roll,
Am I man?
Nay.
I am pie.