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.
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