I cooked a meal…I couldn’t taste

What’s your favorite thing to cook?

I cooked

A dream

The most delicious one

Full of colour

Loaded with

Wafting aromas

From the array of

Sizzling pans

Simmering couldrons

Then there were

the glass jugs

With frosted sides

Waiting beautifully

Filled with their colourful juices

Competing in a happy way

with the red cherries

That sat contrastingly

Over the white velvety bed

Of sweetest cream

Soft enough to melt

On the hungry teeth

All that I cooked

As I slept smilingly

I couldn’t taste

Alas

When I woke

Hungry