Spices Riddle


With the saliva steam
have a feeling in their journey
in an onion booty shapes
the mouth went on, no longer on dry
when it leap for joy with the trill

A strong urge to bear
getting it choked
it’s the relay of rolling tears
rapped in captive on round table sets
but ready as bees to pounce

In juice of unseasoned flavors
it entangles the eater to best chefs
as we pay visits often as possible
the riddle that every man wants to spend
and that is right! from the spices swallow

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