An Ode to my Dinner
Oh Naan! how you make my heart sing
and play such a delicate tune on each delicate string.
My palate lusts for thy garlic-y taste:
A taste that time will too quickly erase.
Then, sweet Tikka Masala, who can forget about thee?
With your chicken and tomato and touch of spicy,
Languishing on top a pile of fluffy basmati rice.
To eat you? I certainly won’t have to think twice!
By the end of the hour, oh how my heart cries.
I have finished my dinner. I suppose this is good bye.
A/N: My dinner was delicious. The end.