The Craving

A hunger deep, a yearning strong, A craving's call, where does it belong? Is it the steak, the burger's bite, A beefy feast, a savory light? Or poultry's charm, a chicken's grace, A turkey's plump, or goose's chase? The flavors dance, a tempting plea, But still, the hunger, wild and free. Perhaps the sea, a briny call, Clams, lobster, fish, to stand up tall. Seafood's scent, a salty spray, Will it appease this restless day? This craving's grip, a burning fire, A bottomless pit, my soul's desire. A house devoured, soil and stone, Yet still unsatisfied, I moan. Veggies bright, a salad's gleam, A tummy's thrill, a vibrant dream. But will the greens, the lettuce's crunch, Quench this deep, insatiable hunch? Chocolate's swirl, a donut's treat, A salty crunch, oh so sweet. My cravings roam, a boundless spree, For every flavor, I long to be free.