Dirty rice

It used to be home made
Now house maid skillfully crafted
Either way you spell the charade
It looks so good I asked to pass it

My dirty fork with twisted mind
Plunging deep infused
mellow wine
Fingerlings and tangy rinds
A succulent slurp my concubine

Is it such a sin to clean my plate?
To eat alone my masters bait.
Send a pic of yours I’ll show you mine
Selfies wet noodles & sushi
let’s dine

And in the end some creme brûlée
A happy end nightcap soirée
Off to sleep we’ll dream away
Til morning sausage a gay new day

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