Oh, mac and cheese, I love you
more than anyone.
Your golden gooey goodness
warms me like the sun.
The creamy burst of flavor
makes my taste buds soar.
Your smooth and slippery noodles
make me beg for more.
You fill my belly up
to keep me satisfied.
I couldn't like you any more
even if I tried.
And when my plate is empty,
I beg my mother please
to give me one more round
of yummy mac and cheese!

Find a rock that's pancake flat
with sides as smooth as gloss.
Look out at the silent lake
and launch the rock across.
See it skip along the line
where air and water meet.
It taps atop the surface
to its own peculiar beat.
When the journey's over,
the rock will quickly sink
to find its stony friends at
the bottom of the drink.