Wash your hands. Pick a couple of situations. Peel away old memories. Cut in half; what, no seeds? Then cut first this way And then that. Donβt cry, my love, its just Some bad chemistry! Take some hot, acrid thoughts. Core them; throw the seeds away. Chop chop and chop. Take a few sprigs of happiness Finely slice them, diagonally. In the hot wok of life, Toss in a smile, couple of fights, Some heartburn, some sweat, Stir fry. Come, my love, letβs eat!