Delicacy

Oh, you're just a dish
My tasty, tasty fish

I want to eat you up
You fine looking piece of meat and bone

I want to stick you in my cooking oven
And cook up something sick

For us to later feast upon
You saucy, juicy plate of lettuce and lemons

You never stop surprising me
With your intricate ingredients

You know I like them all
And I want them for myself

Taste is running trough my saliva
Making me ready for the main course

Please, make me some more.