Food Is Oh So Good
Upon the utensils, we used, is a morsel,
a flavor, we input, in our very mouth.
Delicate and delightful, is the dance,
until the morsel, goes down south.
Then again, participating, is another,
gathering around, right there, on our very plate.
Repeating the motion, of the dance,
with our tongue, to truly, simply state.
For how, one can, come to then know,
for how, one can , come to have understood.
As one, is about, to dig in, to then taste,
and realize, "the food, is oh so good!"
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