FOOD

My Love Affair With Fried Chicken

A poem/confession

We didn’t plan to meet, Then again, affairs are never planned, It was your pretty picture online, A moment of weakness, you must understand.

I knew you were no good for me, But you made me want to be a little bad. Your crispy golden dress looked so crunchylious, Your savory center, it all drove me mad!

I called you over, Your manager arranged the delivery, You arrived in a red and white striped overcoat, To wine and dine in luxury.

I took you in my arms, And carried you to my bedroom, The promises I made to be faithful to Ms. Diet, Vanished with just a whiff of your savory perfume.

The moment was spicy, You even made me sweat, A night to remember, A taste I’ll never forget.

Am I ready for tomorrow? To face the consequences of my actions. A ballooning tummy and seeking forgiveness from my commitments, Problems for tomorrow, tonight I sleep in blissful satisfaction!

Today I ordered fried chicken after being tempted by an ad on Facebook. It said it was Friday — time to take a load off and relax. I tried very hard to stop myself but in the end, temptation triumphed over my righteousness.

It was really tasty though, the perfect blend of crunchy and soft. But, after eating all that chicken, I felt guilty, so I wrote this confession. I hope you enjoyed it and had a small chuckle.

If you want to read another one of my poems, check out this one that I wrote while falling asleep.

I want to shout out the famous and glamorous Dr. Preeti Singh. I bet you all know her and enjoy her poems. Today I read The Wonderful Mother Earth and I think it is a very important message that must be shared more.

Thank you for reading and have a great day!