I am a dish br Best served re-heated br And enjoyed br tongue-in cheek. br br Fresh from the oven br I was too hot, flavours br Not yet diffused, br Meat a little underdone br And sauce unperfected. br br I would have burned your lips. br br Still, I provided br Nourishment for some br Who supped br And were satisfied, br Seeking from me br The choicest morsels. br br But not finding them all. br br So if you find me br Cold, resting in the fridge of life, br You may not be too impressed br If you lift my lid and peer inside. br br But if you warm me br Taste me, br Slowly stir me, br Add back a little br Of what was taken, br I will enfold you br In the aromas of desire, br And leave you breathless br With the taste of life.