Before I bless you with words, I first must explain exactly why I had to give the kebab the poetic justice it deserves. Before my trip to Paris, I can’t say I have ever actually had a kebab as I am an incredibly picky eater. Thankfully Julian, being wise beyond his years, forced us to try this sensational meal. Not only was it my first kebab, but it was voted the best kebab of Paris in 2017. After that experience, it is not a surprise my stomach brought me back for my second kebab in two days. Enjoy:
My stomach tells me its time to eat,
but it knows not yet what it wants.
I pass through street after street
eyeing sweet after sweet
and to what does my wandering eye appear,
a bountiful harvest of kebab, what cheer!
The smell itself fills my heart with glee
as I race to the register to give him my order.
The bread is crisped, the meat is roasted,
and the fries are seasoned with love and care.
Samurai and tzatziki sauces are spread across the bread
as I watch in awe as the meat is added and added
till there is a plethora of protein, overflowing at end.
He gives me my plate, as my eyes open wide;
I take my first bite… my oh my!
My heart fills with joy as sauce dribbles down my mouth
I can’t help but fall for this lovable meal.
The meat is savory, and the sauce provides spice to my like.
Before I can breathe, the meal is over;
my eyes water in delight as I stand up to fight
the urge to sleep forever more; I am in bliss.
The kebab was a sensation I was unprepared for,
but I’m better off having had the privilege
to consume such a blessing in disguise.
But it is now time to move along;
Paris, Bring it on!
Delicious France 