I should have seen it coming
Really should have, hunger rumbling my stomach
With preview given at a glance
What's with a seat at the high table
Drinks and pleasantries, opened arms
And the art of given mastered
My nose senses, my stomach awakens
Oblige to the scent of aroma
The wonderful gulyas soup
This is home made, Anya Horváth
Bespoke with serenading love
As it boils to fill an apatite
Mine is to say yes please,
Kérem, please do serve
My hunger awaken to feast
On yours precious, köszönöm
Will be my last words
When I am finished, with delight
Note: The picture shown not the Gulyas soup I had,
finished it before thinking of writing this piece
I am sure to have some more, however the title
gives the poem a feel to reflex the holiday I was on
