A dish's aroma, a savory tale.
Its flavors dance, never frail.
Tender as butter, sweet as a dream.
Food's delight, a joyous stream.
A meal well-made, a heart's embrace.
A small bite, a smile upon the face.
Gooey cheese, a golden crown.
Ripe fruit, sweetness to astound."
Food memories, tales of old.
Flavors shared, worth more than gold.
Pie like autumn, pasta like a hug.
Foods delight, like an old friend snug.
The proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Always a good meal, ought to begin with hunger.
Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.
All of a sudden, the cook made my day.
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Patrick Etyang
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Comments (1)
Mmmm, your cover photo made me hungry! Loved your poem!