There is nothing you could do, to make me fall in love with tofu, because I believe what meat is for, someone like me, a diehard carnivore. I'm not the type who would enjoy, granola, raisins, figs, and soy, gotta have a nice, juicy, piece of meat, can't imagine a better treat. A burger so hot that it can sizzle, mustard and mayonnaise I will drizzle, I must admit I'm very fond, of New York strip and filet mignon. Go on and drink your natural nectar, I'll slug down a Dr. Pepper, not all the tofu pie you could make, could take the place of a juicy steak. You can groan and gasp in horror, at me the diehard carnivore, you'll say your soy kabob is a winner, but I'll beef, it's whats for dinner!
Reason for writing:
The cheeseburger I had for dinner
Birth sign: Gemini
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