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!
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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......................................................
i am VERY proud of you, my 'student'! ;) :)