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Hakim Bin Luqman Poem
Surely this will come as no shock,
But it makes me so happy
When I think of your cooking,
I just imagine it and I start to hum,
Thinking of how it fills me with comfort.
I smell your food and salivate,
Wishing you cooked at a faster rate,
I close my eyes as I must wait.
I give my lips a smack and a lick,
Fully impatient to eat your dish.
Sometimes to go fast I help out too,
Tossing the salad or grilling corn on the cob,
I'm always happy to give you a hand.
Job's always quicker with the help of a friend.
The smells grow stronger
And my hunger is woke.
The closer we get to the end,
The faster I stream around the kitchen,
Eager to help you finish.
My stomach grumbles and croaks,
So loud, it sounds like a drum!
I'm so excited to taste your cuisine.
Finally, dinner is served,
I lap it all up,
it's almost all gone in a couple big gulps.
But it's so delish, it's hard to stop!
I clean up well and eat every last morsel of food.
You smile as I lick my lips span and spick,
You liked watching me enjoying your dish,
You start to thank me, but I thank you instead,
I say I look forward to giving you help
By doing the dishes while you go to bed.
Then I too will sleep as sound as a rock,
And perhaps pleasantly dream,
Recalling the taste of your cookery.
Copyright © Hakim Bin Luqman | Year Posted 2020
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