Ushered down the aisle, I sit

Waiting for my meal, will it soon exit?

There’s no table, only a stage.

What’s on the menu tonight? I turn the page.

 

The crowd chatters, the air gets no lighter

Leaving an awful taste for my first appetizer.

The lights dim to silence my company

The curtains open, ready for the symphony.

 

Taking the stage with a lack of energy,

Holding their utensils so expertly.

My mouth begins to salivate

The conductor waves- my tongue awaits.

 

Creamy, yet cold is where we begin

The taste of the beautiful lone violin.

The vibrations echo in a rhythm so pure,

The flavor is vanilla, that’s for sure.

 

As the vanilla piles, in come the clarinets

The chocolate syrup, made to compliment.

A crunch invades the melodic hum

The chef added nuts in the form of a drum.

 

The drum pairs with the clarinets,

And the clarinets marry the violins indefinite.

Then something sharp comes to interrupt it

The cherry of the orchestra, the sound of the trumpet.

 

With a sharp start and a juicy middle

The trumpet packs flavor in a fruit so little.

It all comes to a close with a triangle tappin’

The meal has ended- my lips meet the napkin.

 

The crowd on its feet

Applause fills the room

Oh the tastes you’ll meet

With your ears as your spoon.