Lasagne And Love Comments

Anita I can never eat a plate of lasagne from here on and not feel the the Earth move. I wonder if I'm going to blush the next time I see a plate of lasagne? ? ?

A voluptuous poem that this hungry reader can smelllllllllllllllll love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Anita, I loved the originality of the wonderful poems from the crunchy carrots to the cheese melting over the love within. Top Marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. David

O to be your cheese sauce! ! !