Hmm, I’m hungry, better get cooking.
I am a person who really likes eating.
I’m so good I’ve thought of competing.
I cook my own food as it puts me at ease,
Let’s my mind rest (and the result has cheese!)
I like to use all my senses when I eat,
Smell and sight the first, they do the greet.
I hear the sizzle from blazing pans.
Touch is for when I eat with my hands.
Taste is the last but it’s the best one,
Although, mostly aroma, of which there is a ton.
When I cook outside I like to smell the smoke.
BBQ smoke waters the mouths of folk.
Once I got so into the food’s awesome scent,
That I did not hold back, not a single cent.
The world got fuzzy, filled with delicious.
I do suspect some was also nutritious.
After a while I came to in the kitchen.
Who would’ve thought of food so bewitching?
The waiter looked at me in confusion;
I’d licked the chef during my intrusion.
That’s one way of experiencing, I guess.
Not the most polite, I also confess.
I justified myself: The food was magic!
The cook understood, it wasn’t tragic.
He was quite flattered by my zeal,
So we made a pretty nifty dine deal.
If I became a weekly occurrence,
Not the licking, the food-money transference,
He’d make my portions with extra care,
As long as I also bring some friends to share.
I said “Hell yes” as fast as I could,
Came back next week with friends from my hood.
The food was even better, gave last week’s a kicking:
So the whole staff got a very friendly licking!
So sometimes I guess it’s not that bad
To express your thanks in a way that’s mad.
It probably comes off as a bit weird,
But it’s heartfelt, that’s always revered.
Licking someone might be misunderstood,
But they’ll get that, I know I would.
Sillynity 