No longer hungering for an appetite

Though not exceptionally

famished, I took one bite

after another until tureen

licked clean to the delight

of zee missus, whose tasty

two stuffed peppers numbered finite

adequately apportioned appeased

served December 26th, 2020

supreme supper highlight,

hers whose non verbal expression

translated high as kite

beaming satisfaction at husband

well fed fueled might

dare attempt to craft following

reasonable rhyme posted

for many readers onsite

passable endeavor hoop fully

buzzfeeding fanciful kudos - quite

acceptable to critique

mediocre outcome,

maybe ye suburbanite

dweller or thee might

perchance be longtime urbanite.

Nevertheless (me) de facto

de jure guinea pig cannot abstain

availing self as willing subject and feign

to gag on culinary entree with cuisine plain

no spicy food to avoid aggravating reign

of terror within
lower gastrointestinal tract,

a worse fate than being slain

in battle and/or

drowning within gravy train.

Most meals prepared courtesy thy wife

I masticate without any

(loose) indentured (sink false teeth into) strife

both of us quarantined as our typical nightlife

Covid-19 jazzmatazz planted

well rooted herbalife

such tranquility emblematic

when I become gratefully dead and

consigned to mounted afterlife.

Thus hoop fully

ye accepted poetic side morsel

(mine) somewhat wry

wordsmith (me) rather bland,

yet not averse to satisfy

merchant of Venice

much (moosh pit) ado about nothing, well nigh

preferring a midsummer night's dream afore

all's well that ends well

as you like it (poetry soup)

mine sense and sensibility doth defy

ratiocination minus any helpful alibi.

Methinks what future savory dish

the spouse might cook up,

what with an abracadabra

prestidigitation (Nike) swish

right before these myopic eyes witness

whatever mine heart doth wish.