Fries and Wings

Sitting down at the corner, feeling hungry deep inside,

Look at this plate of comfort, golden fries by my side.

Juicy wings smothered in sauce, spicy, sweet, and bold,

Every little bite, a story of flavors untold.

Oh, how they call to me, the crispy and the tender,

In this simple moment, I surrender.

Fried and sauced, feeling free,

This is my melody, my harmony.

Taste of joy, on my plate,

In this flavor, I celebrate.

Nothing fancy, just good taste,

In these fries and wings I embrace.

Every crunch, every sauce,

A little bit of happiness, of course.

So here I am, lost in this feast,

From the west to the east, this love’s unleashed.