Poem.
You are a hot dish
With a pinch of fun
You’re a piece of metal
Beneath the August sun
You are a raging fire
On a winter night
I dont know how you do it
But you are
Sure to do everything
Right
You ignite a spark
That hits the spot
Oh, yeah
You make me hot
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