A Family of Four

In the freezer's icy depths, a treasure lies, A Stouffer's Lasagna, a savory prize.
With layers of cheese and meat, it calls my name, A Family Size feast, my hunger to tame.

I peel back the plastic, revealing the gold, Each slice of pasta, a story untold. The aroma surrounds me, a comforting hug, As I embark on this solo culinary smug.

With fork in hand, I dig into the dish, Each bite a symphony, a savory wish. Meatballs and sausage, a carnivore's dream, In this lasagna, I've found my cuisine.

As I devour each layer, my heart skips a beat, For this Family Size meal, I can't be beat. With a satisfied sigh, I lean back with pride, Having conquered the lasagna, my hunger denied.

So here's to Stouffer's, the maker divine, For crafting a lasagna so utterly fine. Though meant for a family, I ate it alone, But in this deliciousness, I've found my home.