Pure Food and Rhyme

‘Twas a fair autumn eve when four girls chose to dine

at a glorious restaurant called Pure Food and Wine.

I’ll try to distract you with bloggers so famous

you won’t even notice my pictures are heinous.

We chose us some cocktails and “cheese” to begin.

Drinks must’ve been strong—I just typed “be gin.”

My entrée could only be the lasagna.

Food paps got excited…

(Don’t get any on ya!)

But any fan knows that dessert always wins

when enjoying a meal with the Shirts

and the Skins.

Fin.