“Mac-Donaldus Tacum,
Infurnus Divina Steakum
Panem nostrum daily
coffeum withum summum
donoughtus”
At every turn a Mac-Donald’s
at every curve a Wendy’s,
there across the road lay
a live breathing hot-dog
under the careful gaze of
cozy Connecticut Sun.
The lush garden free flows
with aroma of Dunkin
-Doughnut’s coffee, all I need
is a fabled pitcher of Greeks to
gulp it all down in one go,
such an aphrodisiac for my
fragile senses…
Now that I’m in land of free
I must uphold and behold
in my sight almost the mythical
Popeye’s Fried Chicken at the
corners of which rests the
pleasures of many virgins
That legendary Roadhouse
steak 🥩 the valor of which
echoes in my ears and the
glistening fat that will linger
in my veins for many years
to come…
The proud French can always
proclaim their victories when
it comes to their luxurious wines
from the regions of Normandy,
but the Californian vineyards
are always a step ahead for their
perennial sun-shine and the
voluptuous grape-vines.
May be it was not the vision
Martin Luther had in mind
or was never to be Lincoln’s
dream in hindsight but as
I smell the rich flavors of
decadent fries somewhere
I can tell you for sure, this
land is every food lovers
paradise !
As for me humble folks, some
say I’m a traveler while some
a migrant, but I know I am only
here to take few bites more &
will return to my land carrying
some flavors more, as I still have
to taste one last morsel from my
aging mom’s hands…