I lie here in bed all cozy and warm
and I feel a small growl in my tummy
suddenly my thoughts begin to transform
and I'm thinking about something yummy.
I think of a smell wafting through the air
I imagine warm cinnamon sugar
but then I notice the smell isn't there
it is simply a dream from my hunger
I picture them sitting in the oven
Piles of sweet goodness wrapped into tight coils
maybe just one or maybe a dozen
and the filling starts to ooze as it boils
While cinnamon rolls do sound quite tasty...
to make them now... I am just too lazy
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