The flavour in the pie
the smell that emanates
greatly igniting the wish
wanting to savour it in deviates
tasting it bit by bit
let not in one go
well as it lies there closely knit
devoured by many in a flow
the aroma keeps my nostrils panting
while my taste buds flip-flop
I stand in the queue wanting
seeing the layer in top
being swapped in gently
entering smoothly into the throat
it being a dish of dainty
that would melt in the mouth as a float
Oh! the dish is making me ravenous
as waiting increases the appetite even more.
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