O General Tso's,
Why do you taste so?
Tangy and sticky,
Never ever icky
Consumed in one piece,
All fat, all grease.
A cookie by side,
A fortune does hide.
To science we're never subject,
And noone can object.
Lunch just isn't right,
Without Tso's in sight.
P.S. This didn't take me long to write, and I'm dillusional from a night's worth of blog bingeing. But the poem, 'tis true.
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