There is a plate,
Seems like platform.
I am doing wait,
It will be brought by mom.

Oh! This is the food,
Looking beauty high.
It always changes my mood,
See! Don't say me bye.

O! You my food,
What may i give you name.
You always make things good,
Saying you food i feel shame.

At the end, i want to know,
How are you tasty and why.
I know all and your show,
Don't make me fool, you lie.

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In this poem, poet (me) tried to talk with the food and wanted some answers from it.