There it is, the silver plate
\nA single smaller one atop,
\nand on it that heavenly meal.
\nA crisped golden brown, the smell
\nof hot cheese, full of might and power.
\nYet I cannot grasp it, it lies within my dreams…<\/p>\n
Grilled cheese~ You are what I need…Grilled Cheese~ It’s quick to cook, it smells Grilled cheese~ You are what I need…Grilled Cheese~ I could make it right now, Grilled cheese~ You are what I need…Grilled Cheese~ There it is, the silver plate A single smaller one atop, and on it that heavenly meal. A crisped golden brown, the smell of hot cheese, full of might and power. Yet I cannot grasp it, it lies within my dreams… Grilled cheese~ You are…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75043","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75043"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75338,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75043\/revisions\/75338"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/em>Why won’t you come to me…<\/em><\/p>\n
\nlike heaven, a dish from
\nthe gods of dairy and grain,
\nSo wonderful, yet difficult,
\nI cannot attain my grilled
\nhoney wheat bread with
\ncheese, it’s just out of reach
\nmissing a key ingredient…<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>Why won’t you come to me…<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI could grab the bread, slice the bread
\nMelt the butter at a medium heat
\nPut the cheese on the bread
\nPlace it on the pan and flip it,
\nBut I’m so very tired…<\/p>\n
\n<\/em>Why won’t you come to me…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"