Fear

Shall I cook some noodles,

With chicken for my tea,

Or perhaps some egg fried rice,

How lovely that would be,

Maybe I’ll have some pasta,

Though reality is clear,

I cannot cook, I live alone,

So it’s sandwiches I fear.

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