I enjoy myself when I am in an eating mood,
I don't think of myself when I am an eater,
Everything is forgotten it's only dish and my hunger.
When I think now I have grown old!
I start looking for the remains of enzymes in me,
and when I get one I remain sticking to it.
When I think what a heavy dish I used to eat
I make myself a sick man,
who has been suffering from indigestion
and he can not take heavy enriched diets
he has no alternate but to eat light food she serves
that I can digest easily.
But when I think what an enriched dish she used to serve
I forget my indigestion
and I don't know how I manage to make the light food
the same old baked brownish chicken
with exciting lemon juice and appetizing salads
and spread of tomato ketchup on a spicy chicken.
She knows me very well
and keeps a bottle of cold beverage in the refrigerator
it all ends well with a kiss of lemon and lime.
wonderful lines: But when I think what an enriched dish she used to serve I forget my indigestion and I don't know how I manage to make the light food the same old baked brownish chicken...................even i understood the poem. and i also enjoyed (especially) : it all ends well with a kiss of lemon and lime. ................i'll bet you 'swap spit with the cook! right? to MyPoemList and to May showcase. Thanks. hey! i'm (almost) getting hungry looking at the photo.
After the beauty poem of the rose, i am now down to earth thinking of food that too chicken, marinated with lime. (As i do not eat chicken, i have no idea of its taste.) But for chicken fans, here is an appetising poem with an equally delicious picture. A full vote for you Sir, for the eating mood!
Enjoyed this funny poem......................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i am VERY proud of you, my 'student'! ;) :)