I walk down to the corner table
watching spices dancing in a grand fable
Tender and soft, finger licking delicacies surround
food devils lurk all around
scrumptious gourmet food is in every nook and place
to grab the first bite is the only chase
mouth watering aromas capture your vision
Asian, Continetal and Middle East are in your plate's fusion
Crispy and sizzling BBQ drives your hunger crazy
gobbling them down wouldn't make you guilty
Taste the brain freezing ice cream for a while
feed the guilt monsters tomorrow with an extra mile
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