My Special Meal
Familiar aroma oozes from the fry pan,
Secretion of enzymes makes me lick my lips,
Fried plantain and Jollof rice I love more than Dan,
Mum knows how to spice it well before she sleeps.
I rushed down to the kitchen without waiting,
I can`t miss my sumptuous rice after a game,
Mum sent me out to shower or I get nothing,
Fidgeting;hoping the quantity will be the same.
Contest:"A pleasant childhood Memory" sponsored by Sara Kendrick
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