Kitchen Angel

Hey, my kitchen angel,
Eyes of ocean blue,
Dream from the depths of sleep,
True vision of sweet you.

My time is free tomorrow,
The day I clear have off.
My prying glance you may notice,
As I grab from our staff trough.

Your break I want
Your time I need!
Spare no extra minutes,
To these twats you must feed!

Now, i'd love to see you beforehand,
For me, it would bring total bliss.
Pics of your night with a diva,
Long for, I do, from the girl I'll miss.

by Lee Janes

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