Eating at times
proper and at regular intervals
brings healthy chimes.
Chimes strike great
with spontaneity and lively tunes
if rung right.
Ringing at hours
the clock suffers an infraction
stopping at covers
With a stop
there emerges a fall out
that rushes atop.
There over atop
could see a big world
without a full stop.
Eating out has never been my forte.
A little partake would lead me to a doubt
of the ingredients that go to make it out.
The staunch vegetarian in me pops with a force
smelling everything that sends out a smell from the source
Unknowingly I go into the depth of the preparation
attempting to find out the reason for any aberration
unassuming I trace the quality of the flour and dub it inferior
confirming as well the butter that gets into it is not superior
my mind proceeds fervently to qualify them with a peculiar disregard
unnerving the co diners to withdraw from the “a la carte”.