The 2am kebab

Daniel

As the music stops
And the lights come on
We finish our drinks
And stumble to the door
But the nights not done
There is a craving I have
for the king of foods
The donner kebab
Chili sauce and all the salad
place on an unknown meat
That's not fit for consumption
All neatly place in a pitta bread
I await this culinary sensation
With abated breath
The is no cure I know
It's an addiction I have
For This freak of creation
known as the 2am kebab

  • Author: Daniel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2016 10:44
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Comments4

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks DANIEL ~ Lovely poem on an even more lovely subject ! The later the hour ~ the better the taste ! JOHN

    • Daniel

      Most definitely! Thanks Brian.

    • willyweed

      another very well crafted piece.
      But alas I've never had one of those bad boys...and now I'll starving? ww

      • Daniel

        Never had a Donner kebab!!! Now that's a tragedy haha.

      • lysistrata

        That was a delicious suprise,Daniel.
        You are invited next week to a birthday party,where we are going to have and donner kebab,among other mediterranean recopes...Wait till you eat ekmek kataif that I make... You swim to Italy and back again.

      • Daniel

        Haha thanks



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