FISH AND CHIPS
Fish and Chips with salt and vinegar make my mouth water.
Mushy peas and slice of buttered bread and I am in heaven.
Gobbling chirpy chips and fresh fried fish, a relish of gooey batter.
Green peas make my heart flutter as I stutter in culinary haven.
Yorkshire, in remote fish and chip shop I found my addiction.
To that savory delight that fills my belly with greasy loveliness.
That plate gives me endless joy in my affliction.
In tasty cavern all anxieties dissolve amidst jurisprudence and law's dizziness.