What might that be that he carries in that tray
With a smile as wide as the welcoming aroma
That strays towards my senses, the smell is divine
Oh, my greed cannot be
thrust away and berated.
Oh, I wish, I wish that he'd serve me
Not on a platter that matters
Either in steel pots or crystal
I care not for the palette
As long as I taste
His dish in my mouth
that waters
I follow the trail of the platter
and a chef's smiling rendered
'Meat cooked with red wine.'
upon which my hunger
did awaken
a million taste bud sensations
I wait
to satisfy
my pangs
I creep up on the good man
whose eyes glowed at my injunction
"Now, what have we here?"
He asks.
"A tiny-bodied human, I wait to be fed," I reply
I cannot but thank his kindness
As he filled a plate
with his goodness
And a hearty meal
I made it for my content.
Oh, I sang my way home that day
Not in a million years have I tasted
such relish
like Meat dipped in fine wine
And in that instant, I learned
What it means to be a fine diner.
Haha, I hope you enjoyed this poem. Oh, for the love of great food!
Have a great week ahead.
-shobana-
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