You ask why i take a foodie, as if the answer weren’t clear.
A foodie is BEAUTY in its most delicious form.
it is food that I eat at breakfast,
it is food I devour at tea
I brink it to work, sit down with a spork,
and nibble it with my coffee.
It’s fruity, it’s soupy, it’s sushi @noon.
Oh, this difference between us
is such that
I stop to smell the
Mashed and buttered, with pepper and cream.
Sprinkled with bacon and lemony steam.
A foodie is like, life.
A culture gone horribly, right!
It’s an American dream, an Indian spice,
Italian dressing and a hint of that YumYum sauce.
It is, you see, a menagerie
of culture! And a pic can display
this beauty forever and ever
in the end, really, um, you’ll see
this burger! those fries, that curry and rye
all give me this…joy!
And, you’ll see,
a much happier me,
because of this yummy, delicious, super nutritious
wonderfully astounding and all around dazzling:
So though you mayn’t remotely know how it feels,
to capture a moment
of innocent bliss
in a chocolatey Hersheys kiss,
the melodramatic feeling you get from
a vegetarian gumbo,
laced with sadness, decorated in gladness.
It still gives me the happies
when I snap the foodie-appies.
So! IN CONCLUSION,
when I whip up a picture and flash a big smile,
then gradually, slowly,
in a little while,
you might come around.
Turn that judgy frown
and give me a like, a follow, a love
a hate comment, a mad face, or an “unfollow this grub!”
Don’t really care.
Coz all I need is a camera a chair,
some food and some flair,
My picture it will be
Don’t you even deny it.
I do what I love,
and I love what I do.
Goodbye my pride,
think now’s a good time to hide.