No Longer Hungering For An Appetite

Though not exceptionally famished, I took one bite after another until tureen licked clean to the delight of zee missus, whose tasty two stuffed peppers numbered finite adequately apportioned appeased served December 26th, 2020 supreme supper highlight, hers whose non verbal expression translated high as kite beaming satisfaction at husband well fed fueled might dare attempt to craft following reasonable rhyme posted for many readers onsite passable endeavor hoop fully buzzfeeding fanciful kudos - quite acceptable to critique mediocre outcome, maybe ye suburbanite dweller or thee might perchance be longtime urbanite. Nevertheless (me) de facto de jure guinea pig cannot abstain availing self as willing subject and feign to gag on culinary entree with cuisine plain no spicy food to avoid aggravating reign of terror within lower gastrointestinal tract, a worse fate than being slain in battle and/or drowning within gravy train. Most meals prepared courtesy thy wife I masticate without any (loose) indentured (sink false teeth into) strife both of us quarantined as our typical nightlife Covid-19 jazzmatazz planted well rooted herbalife such tranquility emblematic when I become gratefully dead and consigned to mounted afterlife. Thus hoop fully ye accepted poetic side morsel (mine) somewhat wry wordsmith (me) rather bland, yet not averse to satisfy merchant of Venice much (moosh pit) ado about nothing, well nigh preferring a midsummer night's dream afore all's well that ends well as you like it (poetry soup) mine sense and sensibility doth defy ratiocination minus any helpful alibi. Methinks what future savory dish the spouse might cook up, what with an abracadabra prestidigitation (Nike) swish right before these myopic eyes witness whatever mine heart doth wish.