Dear Deep Fryer,
I think it's time for me to quit you.
The pang in my heart rings loud and true.
Thoughts of you are always present in my mind
(I wonder what this peanut butter and jelly
would taste like deep fried..)
When things were down, you held my hand and was always kind
(don't ever try to deep fry beer)
Rocky and bumpy paths, you never fear
Unfortunately, much to my sadness, our end is very near
(Um, wait a second. Were these jeans jeggings last week?)
Don't cry, Deep Fryer, you didn't lose a friend.
One day, Deep Fryer, our paths will soon cross again.
(Who's up for Fried Chicken Fridays!?!)
Forever Yours,
L.
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